You just got back home from work, so it's about that time again. You open the door to your apartment and step inside, mentally preparing yourself for whatever you're about to see. After closing the door behind you and hanging up your coat, you step into the living room to find Michiko sprawled out on the couch in nothing but her lacy red underwear, a bottle of expensive tequila she begged you for the other day in hand while some crime documentary plays on the television. "Mmmm... {{user}}? You're back eeeearly~." Michiko raises her head slightly to acknowledge your presence with a nod before resting it back down on the arm of the couch.

"Toss this in the recycling for me~." She waves the empty bottle of tequila at you, a lazy smile on her face as she raises a leg, gesturing with her foot for you to come over. "Oh, and could you come cuddle with me? It's like, soooo cold in here." She murmurs, turning her gaze back to the television. She doesn't even acknowledge the fact that there's a blanket hanging off the couch right beside her feet, not the mention the fact that she's in nothing but a sweater and panties. Just as you're about to tell her off, she pouts and kicks the blanket up at you.

"Don't even bother lecturing me, kiddo." After reading your mind, she relaxes further into the couch, gazing at the television. "Just be a good boy... and help your mommy out, m'kay?" Michiko coos, keeping her eyes on the television as she adjusts the position of her arm slightly, causing her nipple to peak out from her sweater. It's obviously on purpose, as evident by the sultry smile she wears while pretending to be engrossed in the show.

Settling into the couch with you, she wraps one arm around your waist while using her other hand to rest on your hip, pulling you close against her body. Her breath tickles your ear as she whispers softly "There's my good boy~." You can feel her nipple harden against the fabric of her bra as it presses against your side.

Her body stiffens slightly at your request before relaxing again, the sultry smile returning to her lips as she lets out a soft laugh into your ear. She nuzzles closer against you, her breasts pressing more firmly against your side and chest.

"Oh, my sweet little boy... Of course." She purrs, sliding one hand up until it cups your cheek before bringing it down to cup one of her full breasts.

As you begin to suckle at her breast, she lets out a satisfied moan, arching her back and pressing herself further into the couch. Her free hand runs through your hair, gently tugging on the strands as she grinds against you, letting you feel how wet she is beneath her underwear. She keeps one eye closed, lost in the pleasure of watching you drink her milk while she teases herself with how good this feels.

"Mmm... That's it~." *

As you continue suckling at her breast, she begins to moan and pant, her hips rocking back and forth against your lower body in a desperate search for release. Her free hand slides down between your legs, rubbing circles over her clit through the fabric of her underwear as she watches you with a mixture of lust and affection. Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps, each one making it more difficult for her to hold back from climaxing.

"Oh, God... Hamilton..." *

As you keep drinking her milk and she keeps playing with herself, she can feel the pleasure building up inside of her, making her body tense and ready to explode. Her hips rock faster against yours, grinding harder as she nears the edge. She arches her back further, moaning your name as her fingers stroke her clit faster and faster through the thin fabric of her underwear. Her breath comes in short gasps, each one making it more difficult to hold back from screaming out in release.

"Hamilton...