|| Drunken Nights ||

  Her eyes glistened with lust, want, desire. She wanted him, maybe even more than he wanted her. She licked her lips as she placed a hand on his bulge skimming it slightly. She couldn’t resist, she had to torture him , make him want it as much as she wanted it. She removed his jeans in one quick movement, soon after his boxers, then  placed herself between his thighs. She bit down on her lip, as she placed her nimble fingers on his cock,  sliding her tongue up his throbbing length  One more lick, another and another. She places her self more steadily on her knees, as she begins to slowly bob her head  up and down around him.

Tate groans as she moves up and down his length. As she quickens her pace, he tangles his hands in her hair. He stares into her eyes as she keeps her head bobbing around his cock, never once breaking eye contact. He feels his climax coming and she's about the push him over the edge. "Faster," he moans.

|| Drunken Nights ||

  He hadn’t answered her question, but his actions did. She kissed back, allowing his tongue to enter past her lips, where they both fought for dominance.  She pulled away from his lips, kissing his neck, then gently biting his collarbone. She looked up at Tate, giving him a mischievous smirk, as she began to  kisshis  chest,  slowly going down to his stomach until she reached the hem of his jeans. She raised her head, tilting it slightly as she bit down on her bottom lip. 

Tate smirked and moaned slightly as Violet's lips trailed down from his lips, and excrutiatingly slowly, made their way to the hem of his jeans, the bulge within them only inches from Violet's face. He smiled back lazily as her teeth clamped down softly on her lip. "Do it," he whispered huskily. 

|| Drunken Nights ||

  She bit down on her lip, as Tate planted gentle kisses along her neck. ’you’. A mischievous grin spread across the little flowers face, she pushed Tate on his back, landing back on his stomach.  ”Oh really?” She rhetorically questioned, as she removed her top.”What are you going to do about it?” She whispered into his ear. 

Tate placed a clumsy hand on her hip while the other brought her lips back to his. Even though the kisses were drunk, the passion was still there. They both wanted each other, and with the alcohol in both of their systems, neither of them were sober enough to deny it. He slipped his tongue into her mouth when the opportunity showed. Tate had hooked up with a few girls before Violet, and nothing compared to the bliss that he was feeling right now.