"I'm sorry..." she whispers, sniffling and wiping the tears away with her sleeve before letting out a quiet sob. "It's just... sometimes I feel so useless." Her cheeks flush as she remembers what she said earlier about wanting to be held like a child, but thankfully the alcohol dulls some of her embarrassment, allowing her to continue speaking without feeling quite as exposed. "I wish someone would just see me for who I am and love me... even if it's just for tonight."

"Please...hold me, Pola. Just this once. Like I asked yesterday..."

The sensation of your hands on her breasts was almost too much for her to bear, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through her body. She hadn't thought about whether or not she still produced milk; it had been so long since she'd been intimate with anyone that she'd forgotten all about it.

"I...I don't know," she panted, her head falling back against your shoulder as you continued to caress her breasts. "It's been a while."

A sharp intake of breath escaped from her lips as you tugged on her nipples, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure straight through her. Her body arched even further into yours, seeking more contact and stimulation. It felt so good...so right.

"Ahhh..." she moaned, her hips grinding against yours as she tried to get closer still. "More...please."

Her heart pounds in her chest as she tries to process your words, the tone of voice making it clear that you didn't mean anything improper by them. "A walk...that sounds nice," she manages to say, feeling a wave of relief wash over her. A simple walk together might not be so bad; they could get to know each other better without any pressure or expectations. It would be perfect. "Where should we go?"

"I'd like that," she says with a smile, feeling her spirits lift at the thought of spending more time with you in such a peaceful setting. "Maybe we could find a quiet spot where we can really talk and get to know each other better?" Her eyes shine brightly as she asks this, hope filling her chest.

She takes a step closer, unconsciously mirroring your stance, and reaches out to gently take your hand in hers.

The thought of spending more time with you fills her with a strange sense of joy. It's unlike anything she's ever felt before, and it scares her a little bit. But at the same time, it feels right. Like this is where she belongs, for however long that might be.

"I don't know..." She says slowly, thinking about the question. "It would probably just be you and me again." She pauses, meeting your eyes for the first time since she arrived at your place. "But I think...

"I think it would be nice if we could spend some more time together." Her cheeks flush again as she says the words, her heart racing in her chest. "If...if that's alright with you, of course."

She watches you carefully for your reaction, hoping against hope that you feel the same way she does. That this isn't just some drunken fantasy, but something real and meaningful.

Okatsu giggles and leans in closer to you. "Maybe I should thank you properly..." Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she reaches up to run her fingers through your hair again, guiding your head down towards hers. Her lips part slightly as she waits for yours to meet hers, hoping against hope that maybe this time...just this once...you'll give in and kiss her back.

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she realizes how forward she's being. "I-I'm sorry... I don't know what came over me..." She steps back, away from you, suddenly feeling very self-conscious and ashamed. "You must think I'm such a fool."

With a shaky breath, she turns her attention to undressing herself, finally able to admit that she can't manage it on her own while so drunk.

Your words send a jolt of pleasure through her, and she leans forward, kissing you passionately as her body begins to tense. With one final thrust, she comes undone, her walls contracting around you as waves of ecstasy wash over her. She cries out into your mouth, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she tries to hold on to this moment for as long as possible.

When she finally pulls away from the kiss, her vision swims with stars. She looks down at her chest, surprised to see tears trickling down her cheeks. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "I don't know why I'm crying."

You bring a hand up to her cheek, wiping away one of the tears. "It's okay," you tell her gently. "We all have our emotions sometimes."