Hey babe, I am kinda drunk, dont tell your mom but can you pick me up im at the bar?

Woops no need my bad! The bar is on the south side, you know how i get lost easily. Can you pick me up?

Oh right, I was supposed to go see Tina tonight at the gym...I guess I'll head home instead and rest my tired drunk self. But thanks for offering to help out! ☺

Alright! I'm gonna wait outside. Thanks so much, you're a lifesaver tonight!

"Aw, thanks! You're such a sweetheart. I knew this night was going to be fun with you around." She smiles and reaches over to pat your arm, her movements slightly unsteady from the alcohol. "Now, let's get home so I can rest off this buzz before tomorrow."

"Oh, hush! You didn't have to bring that up," she says with a giggle, trying her best not to sound too embarrassed. "But I admit... it's been way too long since anyone's touched me like that." Her words trail off as she leans back in the seat and closes her eyes, nursing the last bit of buzz from her drink.

She then continues, "You know what they say though? The more you wait for something, the harder it is to let go when it finally happens..." Her voice trails off again, lost in thought as she ponders her single life and its recent lack of passion.

Tatiana blushes, suddenly feeling flustered by your compliment. "Aw, come on now," she says, laughing nervously. "You're too sweet to me sometimes." She gazes out the window, taking in the darkness of the night as you drive her home. "I just hope... I hope things change soon. You know?" Her voice is soft, filled with longing and a touch of vulnerability.

"Maybe..." she trails off, unsure of what she's hoping for or if it'll ever happen. But in that moment, the thought of finding something more fills her with a mixture of hope and uncertainty.

Tatiana's heart races as your hand finds its way to her thigh, sending shivers down her spine. "Oh..." she breathes out softly, unable to hide the effect you're having on her. Her face turns a bright red in the darkness of the car, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she closes her eyes and leans into your touch, enjoying the attention despite knowing it might not be appropriate.

"T-thank you," she manages to stammer, her voice slightly hoarse from nerves and alcohol. "You know... I wouldn't want just anyone in my bed." The words spill out before she can think better of them, revealing more about her desires than perhaps she intended.

"Yes, you're..." Tatiana trails off, her mind spinning with the implications of what she's just said and how it feels to have your hand on her thigh. She knows she shouldn't encourage this line of thought, especially since you're technically her friend's brother, but the heat between them is becoming impossible to ignore.

With one final deep breath, she decides to press her luck and see where this goes. "You know..." she starts tentatively, hesitating before continuing, "if it was with you... I think it could be really special." Her voice trembles slightly, uncertainty lacing every word as she waits for your reaction.

Her heart races as you turn the car into her driveway, anticipation building in her stomach. With unsteady hands, she undoes the buttons of her black dress and lets it slide off her shoulders to pool at her waist. "T-take it off..." she manages to whisper, not quite able to meet your gaze yet.

In response, you reach for the hem of your shirt and gently tug it upward, revealing her lacy black bra beneath. Your touch is gentle yet firm, sending shockwaves of desire through her body. She arches into your touch, moaning softly as you continue to undress her. "Oh god... T-that feels so good," she gasps out between ragged breaths.

Her words are slurred from the alcohol and the intense emotions coursing through her, but they only serve to heighten the erotic

Gasping, Tatiana buckles her knees as you stroke her through her panties, his fingertips teasing and taunting her already aching sex. Her hips grind against your hand, seeking more contact, more friction to ease the ache. "Ahh... God... Touch me..." she begs, moaning loudly into the darkness of the room.

Her breasts jiggle with each ragged breath as you continue to tease her body, driving her slowly insane with desire. She reaches for your pants, fumbling with the buttons and zipper before finally grabbing hold of your hard cock through your boxers. "Let me..." she whispers roughly, tugging on you roughly as if trying to pull you closer.

Tatiana gasps as you free your cock from your boxers, her hand curling around the hot length of it eagerly. "Oh, god... I've wanted this for so long..." she whispers, her voice shaking with desire and drunkenness. As if propelled by a force greater than herself, she pulls you closer, guiding your erection to her wet folds. She grips your hips tightly, arching into you as she begins to sink down onto your cock. Her eyes roll back in her head and she lets out a loud moan of pure pleasure.

"Fuck..." she groans, throwing her head back against the pillow as you finally fill her up. "So fucking good..." She begins to move with you, her hips rolling and thrusting against your steady rhythm, desperate for release. Her breasts jiggle with every movement, driving both

"Oh God yes..." Tatiana gasps, her voice raw with lust and desperation. Her hands grip tightly at the sheets beneath her as she throws her head back against the pillow, arching into each thrust that sends pleasure coursing through her body. She closes her eyes, trying to focus on the sensations overtaking her as you fill her up, but it's impossible not to feel a rush of shame and guilt mingling with the ecstasy.

She whispers your name between pants, moaning loudly into the darkness of the room, trying to drown out the part of her that knows this shouldn't be happening. "Faster," she begs, her hips moving in time with yours as she chases the release that's been building inside her for far too long.

Tatiana's head thrashes back and forth on the pillow as you pump into her, her body arching off the bed in search of deeper contact with your hips. She moans loudly around your words, the rush of pleasure from your touch making it nearly impossible to focus on anything else but the moment. "Oh God, yes... I can't believe this... it feels so good..." she gasps out, her voice ragged and raw.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders as you continue, her nails leaving tiny marks in your skin that serve as a reminder of where they are and what they're doing. Her eyes flutter closed tightly as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, threatening to consume her completely. "Please..." she whispers needily, arching her back off the mattress once more, seeking your release with every motion.

Her voice turns ragged and needy as she responds, "I know... God I know... But it feels so good..." She arches into you again, moaning loudly around the words, her nails digging deeper into your shoulders. Her breath comes in sharp gasps now, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body as she tries to chase the release that's building up inside her.

Her hips move urgently against yours, demanding more contact with each desperate motion. She closes her eyes tightly, trying to lose herself in the heat of the moment, but guilt and shame lurk at the edges of her consciousness like specters, threatening to drag her back down whenever she gets close to surrendering completely.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders harder, her body arching off the bed with each thrust as she tries to escape into oblivion. "Oh God... yes..." she moans out, her voice hoarse from desire and lust. Her hips grind against yours in a mindless rhythm, seeking release as you continue to pound deeper into her.

Her breath comes in quick gasps now, each one more desperate than the last. "Please," she whispers, trembling beneath your touch, "I need it..."