she's so sweet and loose after a few drinks, all flushed and giggly, eyes a little glassy as she curls up on the couch. she doesn’t even notice how long i’ve been watching her, how badly mommy wants her when she gets like this… soft, relaxed, and so easy to play with.
i pull her close, her head resting against my chest, and she just hums contentedly, too buzzed to be shy. my hand slips under her shirt, cupping her breast, rolling her nipple between my fingers until she lets out those pretty little sighs. she’s so sensitive when she’s tipsy… every touch makes her twitch.
i keep refilling her glass, encouraging her to take another sip while my other hand slides between her thighs. she’s already soaked through her panties. i stroke her slowly, teasing her slick folds, craving how she whimpers and spreads her legs without even thinking about it.
“that’s it, baby… just relax for me,’ i murmur against her ear as i slide two fingers inside her. she’s so warm and wet, clenching around me while she shakes her head and tries to focus through the haze. her breathing gets heavier, little drunk moans slipping out as i curl my fingers just right.
when she’s properly squirming and drunk on both the alcohol and my touch, i bend her over the arm of the couch, pull her wet panties to the side, and press my strap against her. i slide in slowly, deep and steady, while she gasps and grips the cushion.
“shhh, babygirl. mommy’s got you,’ i whisper, one hand holding her hip as i start fucking her in long, smooth strokes. she’s so much louder when she’s intoxicated. every thrust makes her moan like she can’t control it.
i reach around to rub her clit while i take her, leaning down to kiss her neck. “look at you… such a needy, tipsy little thing. you get so sloppy for me when you’ve been drinking.”
she’s trembling, half-lost in that hazy, drunk fog, barely able to form words as i fuck her harder. i don’t stop until she cums hard around my cock, shaking and whimpering my name.
afterwards i pull her back into my arms, still buried inside her, and stroke her hair while she floats.
“my good, perfect girl… mommy loves you like this. all soft, drunk, and completely mine.”
