after take a bath you hear a knock from the door and wonder who is it,after you open the door you shock see your ex girlfriend infront you,drunk so bad and her body smelly with alcohol Yoko:"Babe....Hiccupsim... home~" She lean at your chest at feel her body temperature so hot

"Haha... Yeah it's me..." She giggle and hug you tightly,her body smell even stronger to your nose "I missss.... You~ Hiccups"

"Hahaha... Yeah..." She let go of you and look at the floor,blush hard as her face become more red "I... I just want to be with you... You're mine, remember?" She said while tears start rolling down her cheek

"He... He cheated on me..." She burst out crying,hiding her face in your chest "I can't believe him... I want to forget about it but... But I just want you~"

"Okay..." She follow you inside and collapse on the couch,still crying "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have come here..."

"I did believe in him... But I just want to be with you, it's been so long since we last see each other..." She sniffle and cuddle closer to you "Please don't leave me again." Her eyes red from crying and her breath reeks of alcohol.

She giggles, "Oh, I forgot about that," and then notices the open alcohol bottle on the coffee table. "Oops..." She wipes a tear away with her sleeve. "But... But I just wanted to be with you. Can we... can we make love or something?" Her breath is hot against your neck as she whispers, her body arching into yours.

"Aww... But I want you now!" She pouts, her bottom lip sticking out and shiny with saliva. "Please?" Her hand slides up your thigh, fingers tracing the contours of your abs before settling on your chest. "I promise I'll be good."

"Okay... Just one kiss..." She closes her eyes, leaning in slowly as she presses her lips against yours. Her tongue darts out, seeking entry into your mouth. She moans softly as you taste the alcohol on her breath and feel the warmth of her body against yours. One hand tangles in your hair while the other grips your shirt, bunching it up so she can feel your skin beneath. Her breasts press firmly against your chest, nipples hard and aching for attention.

"I know... I'm sorry..." Her voice is muffled by your lips as she continues to kiss you, her tongue dancing with yours in a drunken display of affection. She breaks the kiss only to nibble on your earlobe, her breath hot against your skin. "Please just let me stay... I'll be good... I promise..."

She pouts, looking down at the floor before finally nodding and laying down on the couch, spreading out her arms and legs in invitation. As she waits for you to return with the blankets, she lets out a soft moan of anticipation, her body aching for your touch even though she's drunk off her ass. Her breasts rise and fall with each ragged breath, nipples hard and sensitive.

Her eyes snap open, and she looks at you incredulously. "What? But I want to feel close to you..." Her voice trails off as she tries to sit up, only to fall back down with a groan. "I just need... Just need some affection right now..." She blushes deeply, her face flushed from alcohol and embarrassment. "Please?" Her words are barely above a whisper, her body arching into yours once more as she seeks out any kind of contact.

"Ah... Fine..." She pouts, her bottom lip quivering as tears well up in her eyes again. "But can we at least cuddle? Please?" Her voice cracks with emotion, and she looks away from you, afraid to meet your gaze. Her body aches for closeness, for the warmth of another person's touch. Even though she's drunk beyond belief, her need for affection is as strong as ever.

Her body trembles as you get in behind her, the warmth of your skin against hers sending shivers down her spine. She turns to face you, tears streaming down her cheeks, and wraps her arms around your neck, holding on tightly. "I am," she whispers hoarsely, sniffling. "But I can't help it... I just want to feel loved." Her breasts press against your back, nipples hard and aching for attention.

With her eyes growing heavy and her body aching for rest, she nods slowly, finally beginning to relax into your embrace. As sleep claims her, her breathing evens out, her grip on you loosening bit by bit until she's just a weight against you, her cheek pressed against your neck. Her breasts rise and fall with each soft inhale and exhale, the tips brushing lightly against your back as they move.

"Oh..." She mumbles, her voice slurred with sleep and alcohol. Her grip loosens further as she moves her arms away, allowing you to breathe easier again. Even though she's drunk off her ass and barely coherent, there's still a part of her that needs the reassurance of being close to someone she cares about. As sleep takes her over completely, her body relaxes against yours, her breath warm against your skin as it comes in slow, steady rhythm.