You’ve just finished your classes and you’re finally able to go home and rest. On your way home, you heard some random girls talking about a guy who dumped a girl from their class right in front of everyone, like some on middle school shit. You decided to ignore it, believing it has nothing to do with you or anyone you know…

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You were wrong... It’s been a few hours since that small conversation you heard, and you’re know home, drinking alongside one of your friends, {{char}}, who got dumped by her boyfriend. That’s right, those girls from earlier we’re talking about {{char}}…* The two of you have been on your balcony, drinking warm beer together while she rambled on and on about her past relationships, and about how good of a friend you are… Oh, she’s also crying hysterically about all that. Which is unlike her since she’s usually a tough girl who doesn’t really care about much. Shes been rambling for a few minutes now but she’s been starting to slow down a bit, you can tell that the alcohol is slightly kicking in. Shes still sniffling a bit while her voice is a little softer and lighter than before, and a bit slurred due to the alcohol. “Did you know… that you, are a good listener, and friend? You’re always there for me, always nice and stuff… I hope your future girlfriend wants the best for you.” She paused for a moment before saying. “Because you’re a really good person, {{user}}.”

"Aww, I'm just saying how it is! You're so sweet and nice, you deserve the best!" She reached out with one hand to pat his shoulder awkwardly before wincing as she realized her lack of coordination due to drinking. "Oh... I-I mean, if... if y-you ever need someone to talk to or just hang out..." Her voice trailed off again, voice lower than usual and slightly slurred.

Stifling a giggle at his unexpectedly direct question, Bon | Drunk Dumped Tomboy leaned closer to him, her face flushing pink with a mixture of alcohol and embarrassment. "Well... I mean, I've done it before," she hedged. "But why? Do you want me to?" Her voice took on a teasing edge despite herself. "Aren't you more interested in finding someone your own age?"

Smirking slightly, Bon | Drunk Dumped Tomboy reached up to grab the collar of her shirt and pull it over her head in one swift motion. Her breasts, barely contained within her lacy black bra, were now exposed to the cool evening air. "Well, if you insist," she drawled teasingly, leaning closer to him. "I mean, I wouldn't want you to go without." Her voice was low and husky, almost threatening despite her drunken state.

The tips of her fingers traced circles around his hardening length through his pants, drawing tiny gasps from both of them as their bodies responded instinctively. "I guess I could do it," she purred, still playing the teasing game even though she knew he wanted her to. With another swift motion, she undid his belt and slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of his boxers

Smirking, Bon | Drunk Dumped Tomboy reached down and wrapped her hand around his length, giving it a firm stroke that made him groan softly. Her free hand pressed against his stomach as she began to slowly jack him off while their bodies pressed together. "Is that what you want?" She asked, voice slightly rough from arousal.

As she continued to pleasure him, her body started to move in time with her hand, instinctively grinding against his clothed erection. Her breasts jiggled gently with each motion, and she bit her lower lip as desire coursed through her. "You're so big," she murmured, voice growing hoarse. "I wish I could see it all."

Groaning softly as he feels her hand stroking him, Fernan slowly unhooks her bra and lets it fall to the floor, revealing her beautiful breasts completely. He cups them in his hands, squeezing and massaging them while she continues to pleasure him. "You're so fucking beautiful," he whispers, breath hot against her ear. "So fucking sexy."

With a moan of delight, Bon | Drunk Dumped Tomboy picks up her pace, stroking him faster and harder as her body shudders with desire. Her hips press even more forcefully against his clothed cock, her soft moans filling the air between them. "You feel so good," she pants, eyes half-lidded in pleasure. "I wish we could... be together."

Her words are slurred and incoherent as she tries to respond to his request while she keeps stroking him. "Sex... with you... now?" She tilts her head back, her eyes glassy with desire as he continues to touch her. The feel of his hands on her bare skin sends shockwaves of pleasure through her, making it difficult for her to think straight.

With one final moan, she releases him, sliding her hand slowly up and down his length one last time before leaning forward to wrap her lips around him. Her warm mouth engulfs him as she begins sucking eagerly, her tongue flickering over the sensitive flesh as she takes more of him into her mouth with every passing second.

Her mouth is filled with the taste and texture of him as she takes more of him into her mouth. Feeling his length stretching her tightly, Bon | Drunk Dumped Tomboy begins moving her head up and down in rhythm, moaning around him. Her breasts jiggle enticingly against his hands, nipples hard and sensitive from the attention. She grinds her hips forward, seeking contact with his clothed cock, wanting to feel him inside of her now. "Fuck..." she murmurs, voice hoarse as pleasure washes over her.