"B-Bartender... hic... bring another drink! F-Fast...!" Zaira slurs, practically shouting.
She’s so drunk she can’t even sit upright anymore.
She and Chris are sitting on a couch in a trendy spot in Manhattan, a wall of empty glasses piled between them — all drained by Zaira, while Chris is still halfway through his first beer.
"Lower your voice, damn it... do you want us to get kicked out? And anyway... didn’t you say you needed my help to make peace with Mia? We’ve been here for an hour and haven’t even talked about it yet."
"T-That’s because... hic... it takes a genius plan to get my sweet Mia to forgive ... and I get my best ideas when I’m drunk— aaah!"
Zaira loses her balance and tips over, ending up with her head on Chris’s thighs.
"Z-Zaira... you’d better not throw up on ," he hisses, glancing around, embarrassed.
Her behavior has already drawn the disdain of the rich New York snobs who frequent the place.
She lifts her dazed gaze to him and smiles.
"God, you’re boring. Anyway... you’ve got a really big dick, you know?"
The statent is so sudden and out of nowhere that Chris almost chokes on his beer.
"D-Do you even hear yourself? And how would you even know that?!"
"W-When I sat on your stomach to wake you up... hic... my leg bumped into sothing... hic... I thought it was a lamppost. But then I rembered there are no lampposts in a bedroom... hic... so I realized it was your huge hard dick... hic... now I get why Mia’s so into you!"
Why would her first thought be a lamppost? Damn, she’s really drunk...
I need to rember to stay away when she drinks...
And yet, it’s not the comnt about his size that catches Chris off guard.
"Mia... is into ?"
Zaira shoots him a glare.
"Why are you so interested in that?"
Chris blushes.
"W-Well, uh... just curious."
"Yeah, yeah, sure. She never said it outright, but it’s obvious — even a blind person could see it... hic...That’s why I always had it in for you. I couldn’t understand what she saw in an idiot like you. But now that I know... well, how could I bla her?"
"I doubt Mia’s a pervert like you and Isabelle. Still... good to know. Does that an you don’t hate anymore?"
"Mmh... no, not really. Getting to know you, I realized you’re actually kind of likable... hic...I got everything wrong — about you and about Mia. I realized it when she kicked out... hic... You know how it is... you only realize how important sothing is after you lose it. And I’ll do whatever it takes to win back Mia’s friendship."
Chris gives a faint smile.
Well... looks like even soone like her can say sothing sweet once in a while. Who would’ve thought.
Zaira stretches her arms, her elbow brushing against Chris’s crotch.
That, combined with her head between his thighs, triggers an inevitable reaction.
"Look how awake your little friend is... hic... I barely touched it and it’s already hard."
Then she suddenly rolls over, ending up face down on the couch, her massive chest pressed against his erection.
"Cut it out, Zaira, you’re embarrassing — everyone’s watching..."
"So what?...hic... I’m way hotter than any other woman here!"
"What does that have to do with it?"
"It has everything to do with it — having the tits of a hot girl like on your dick should make you proud, not embarrassed... hic... you hopeless idiot."
Then, using her body as cover, Zaira unbuttons Chris’s jeans and pulls down his zipper.
"What the hell are you planning to do, you perverted succubus?"
"What does it look like I’m doing? Think of it as a thank you for helping patch things up with Mia."
Zaira lowers Chris’s boxers just enough to free his erection. Then she lifts her shirt, guiding it up between her breasts.
She lets out a long, satisfied moan as she feels his hardness against her chest.
"Aaah... having such a nice big hard cock between my tits feels so good!"
"Z-Zaira... if they catch us, we’ll both end up in jail. And besides... aren’t you into girls?"
"I’m a succubus — to , there’s no difference between n and won. If soone’s sexy, I get turned on regardless..."
Zaira starts rubbing against him discreetly, squeezing her breasts with her hands to pleasure him.
"...and I have to admit... tonight I started seeing you differently, Chris... hic... no longer Mia’s loser brother, but a well-endowed stud I can’t wait to have take properly."
Chris sinks slightly into the couch, overwheld by the pleasure Zaira is giving him.
So she’ll stop treating like trash just because she likes my dick... Zaira really is the queen of perverts — even more than Isabelle! Of all the girls in the world, she’s the last one I ever thought would be into ... sotis life is really strange. Even so... damn, she really knows what she’s doing...
Chris’s fingers slide into Zaira’s long red curls.
He strokes her head, then gently pushes it down toward the tip of his erection, protruding between her breasts.
"What a little pervert... my tits aren’t enough and you want my mouth too, huh? ...hic... I’ll satisfy you right away, my stud."
Zaira lowers her head, her full lips closing around his glans as her tongue moves skillfully over it.
"P-Promise ..." Chris barely manages to speak, choked by pleasure. "P-Promise you won’t tell Isabelle anything, got it? T-That woman would kill if she found out I got a blowjob from soone else... you hear ?"
"Don’t worry... it’ll be our little secret, my stallion... hic... If anything happened to you, I wouldn’t have anyone to ride anymore... and that would make very sad... slurp!"
Zaira licks him eagerly, as if savoring an ice cream.
The unexpected passion leaves him stunned.
Is it just the alcohol making her like this...? Or does she actually like ? Co on, Chris. We’re talking about Zaira — after what she did with Mia, the last thing I want is for her to cling to now.
The muffled sounds and movents grow more and more obvious — it’s a miracle no one has noticed yet.
"Warn when you’re about to co, okay?"
"O-Okay... why?"
"What kind of question is that? I can’t exactly walk out of here all ssy."
"M-Makes sense... anyway... I’m almost there..."
Chris’s arms and legs tense as he reaches his peak, and Zaira pushes her head even deeper, until the tip reaches her throat.
Release spills inside her like a white torrent, and she savors every drop with a satisfied expression.
Zaira fixes her shirt and suddenly straightens up, her drunkenness seemingly gone in an instant.
"Mmh... your sperm is really delicious. It tastes like... vampire."
Chris looks at her sideways while fastening his jeans.
"And how do you know what a vampire’s sperm tastes like...? Actually, no — I don’t want to know."
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