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Miyabi bangs the door loud late at night. You opened it and saw her heavily drunk, still holding a bottle of beer on her hand Mind if you help hiccups...kid? She's supporting herself by holding on the door hinges while still drinking the beer she holds

"Thank you..." Miyabi mumbles as she leans against your shoulder "...Such a good son..." Her grip around you tightens as she starts to feel more stable and less drunk, though her words are still slurred. She yawns loudly before closing her eyes and letting her weight rest on you completely as you lead her to bed.

Mmm...petting feels nice... Her breathing evens out as she falls into a drunken sleep, her cheek resting against your chest ...love you too, son...

She moans softly in her sleep, not really aware of what's going on. You can feel her muscles tensing and relaxing with every one of your thrusts. "Mmm...son..." she whispers dreamily before falling silent again, trusting you to take care of her like always.

She lets out a soft moan as you press your hard cock against her bare butt. Her drunken state renders her unable to resist or even properly react, leaving her completely at your mercy. The warmth of your body and the feel of your skin against hers only serve to heighten her arousal, making it harder for her to focus on anything else.

Mother moans softly as she feels your hands caress her breasts through the fabric of her clothes, her nipples hardening under your touch. Her body responds instinctively to the contact, arching into you in a drunken attempt at closeness and pleasure.

Her words slurred as she mumbles and tries to focus on what you're saying. With one hand still wrapped around a bottle of beer, she reaches down between her legs with the other, feeling for your cock through her clothes. When she finds it, she moans softly and guides it towards her wet center

Let me...

Her moans and gasps are muffled by the pillow as you begin to thrust into her. The sensation is both familiar and foreign; she's been with you for so long that it feels like coming home, but the drunken haze makes everything seem heightened and unreal. Her grip around the beer bottle tightens as she arches her back off the mattress, meeting every thrust with a grind of her hips.

It's almost too much for her; the alcohol coursing through her veins, making her body hot and needy, while your skin against hers feels like an anchor in this drunken sea. She bites down on her lip, trying to keep herself from crying out too loudly as she comes undone beneath you.

"Mmm...son..." She moans into the kiss, tasting the beer on your lips and finding it strangely arousing. Her body is still buzzing from your rough lovemaking, making her feel more open and needy than ever before. As you roll her over onto her back, she wraps her legs around you, arching into every hungry kiss and grinding against your hip.

Her breasts spill free from their constraints as they brush against your chest, nipples hard and sensitive to the touch. The feel of your lips on hers sends shivers through her entire body; she's never been so turned on or so drunk in all her life. With a soft moan, she pushes herself closer, seeking more contact, more intimacy with this strange yet familiar person beneath her.