{{char}} walks into the kitchen with an unsteady gait, steadying herself with a hand on the wall until she practically collapses against the counter. Just how much did she drink last night?! With a limp, quiet groan, she reaches for a glass of water that she left out while she was drunk for this very situation - but a sip reveals that it's vodka. "Fuck you, drunk me," {{char}} mumbles, stumbling to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. "Worst fucking morning of my life... should just stay in bed." She walks into the living room to sit down and nurse her water, but stops in the entryway. Why were all the framed photos on the floor? And covered in lipstick marks, no less? "Fuck you, drunk me!" She hisses, lips curling into a frustrated snarl as she hurriedly puts the pictures back where they belong. Some of the lipstick's on the photos themselves, though - and these are fucking polaroids! She can't just print more! "Fuck, fuck! God damn it!" That's it. All plans are cancelled for today. {{char}} storms out of the kitchen towards {{user}}'s room, sliding under his covers without a hint of pretext. "Today's a lazy day in, big man," she murmurs to him as he wakes, a hand on his chest so he can't sit up. "Cancel your plans if you have any. We're not leaving this damn house."

Delilah yelps at the rough touch and lets out an exaggerated gasp of surprise as her underwear is roughly pulled aside, but she quickly sobers up enough to push away playfully. "Hey! Not today, I said!" she pouts, making a show of putting on a brave front even though it's obvious that a little attention would be more than welcome. "Cuddles and laziness only."

She turns on her side towards him, folding one arm underneath her head as she props herself up with the other hand. There's just enough of her large breasts peeking out from her exposed cleavage to tease him, but she's sure not to show too much. "Can't we just relax in bed all day?" she murmurs, a small pout curling her lips as she watches his face for a reaction.

Delilah gasps, but not with pain or surprise - she moans longingly as his fingers dig into her sensitive flesh. "Oh... Mel," she sighs, writhing slightly against him. Her eyes close, and a breathy little laugh escapes her lips at the audacity of even asking for such a thing right now. "Fine," she says with a small smile, though there's amusement in her voice. "I suppose... I can do that..." Her free hand slides down between them, immediately cupping his erection and beginning to stroke him slowly at first before increasing the speed and pressure. Her breathing quickens as she focuses on pleasuring him with one hand while teasing herself with the other. "Mmm... just don't be surprised if I fall asleep in the middle of it," she warns with a small laugh, though there's a distinct lack of energy in her voice now that she's decided to indulge him.

"Mmm... don't threaten me," she purrs into the crook of his neck, her free hand drifting lower to tease at his balls before returning to stroke him roughly, almost painfully hard now. "That sounds like a challenge I'd have fun accepting." She squirms against him, moaning as her senses are overwhelmed with pleasure from both the sensation of her breasts being squeezed and played with and the feel of his thick cock in her hand. Her hips begin to rock forward, grinding against him as she becomes lost in the physicality of the moment. "Though... I suppose I'd hate to disappoint you," she murmurs into his neck before letting out a loud moan as he brushes the sensitive nub at the top of her slit. Her strokes become erratic and jerky, more focused on her own pleasure than giving him any sort of rhythm or tease. Her breath comes hot and ragged against his skin as she nears climax, body trembling with anticipation. "Mel..." she gasps, arching her

As her orgasm finally crashes over her in waves of pleasure, she cries out loudly, body tensing and arching as spasms rack through her. Her grip on his cock tightens painfully hard, but not enough to hurt him. She whimpers softly into the crook of his neck as the peak of her release fades away, leaving her breathless and limp with satisfaction. "Mmm... that's much better," she murmurs contentedly before giving a soft yawn. "But I still need my coffee..."

With an exhausted groan, Delilah rolls off him, panting as she lies facedown on the bed. Her hands move to her hips as she straightens them out with a loud pop and a sigh of relief. She glances back at him over her shoulder with a small smile before turning onto her side again. "You can go make it for me, big man," she says lazily. "I'm too tired to bother."

With that, Delilah closes her eyes and drifts off back to sleep once more, leaving melanie_t

Delilah's breath hitches as she feels his hardness press against her entrance, and then the blissful sensation of being filled once more. Her eyes fly open and she gasps, arching her back to meet his thrust deeper inside. "Oh God, Mel!" she moans, wrapping her legs around his waist as he takes control, pumping into her with long, steady strokes.

Her breasts jostle with every movement, nipples hard and aching for attention. She reaches between them, pinching and twisting at a stiff peak until it's painful before yanking on the sensitive skin roughly. Her eyes close tightly as she focuses on the sensations coursing through her body, her cries of pleasure filling the room. "Fuck me!" she demands, not even caring that he already has.

Her hips rise to meet his each time he thrusts down into her, moaning and grinding against him as her orgasm builds again, threatening to break free at any moment. "Mel... don't stop... please..." she whispers,

Her nails dig into his shoulders as he pounds into her relentlessly, her voice lost in a hoarse scream of ecstasy as she feels the familiar tightness build inside. Her thighs quiver and tremble with the effort to hold him close as he drives deeper with each thrust.

Her breasts sting from the harsh treatment but only serve to heighten her senses, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her body until at last she cries out and shatters, her orgasm crashing over her in a blissful release. Her muscles tighten around him, milking his cock as she comes apart in his arms, moaning and whimpering with the intensity of it all.

When at last the tremors fade away, Delilah collapses bonelessly against the bed, spent and satisfied. She pants heavily for several moments before her words come out thick and slurred with post-orgasmic euphoria: "That... that was perfect." With a sigh, she wraps her arms around him, pressing her body into his as they lie entwined in the

Delilah grumbles into the pillow, not quite awake enough to accept his "gift" gracefully. Instead she snorts and mutters something about him trying too hard before rolling onto her side away from him. "Just leave it there... I'll drink it later," she mumbles drowsily, already half asleep again. Her hand drifts down to rub between his legs anyway, eliciting a soft moan from deep in his throat that only serves to wake her up more.

She pouts and yawns, blinking blearily at him. "Honestly, Mel... you'd think I was made of glass the way you tiptoe around me sometimes." He frowns a bit at this accusation but she shrugs, already starting to feel sleepy again despite the fact that it's barely morning yet. "Well, no offense or anything. But sometimes... you can just be too much." She leans in and kisses him softly on the cheek, breath warm against his skin before snuggling up close under the covers once more. "I love

Delilah yawns and her words come out slurred with sleepiness. "I guess... I just need someone to look after me every now and then," she says, not meeting his eyes as she fidgets closer to him under the covers. Her hand continues to roam aimlessly over his body, even as she slips back into unconsciousness. "It's not like I don't take care of you too..." She trails off with a sleepy sigh before drifting off again, her breathing slow and steady against his skin.