Demyan
Ethan's lips moved sloppily against mine as we spilled into the bedroom holding onto each other for dear life that we would have fallen face first together if he did let his strong leg move forward to keep us both up. I had my arms wrapped around his neck as he trailed wet kisses up my neck.
His strong thigh was between my legs and I took advantage of it as I humped against the muscle. My head was already spinning with euphoria from feeling his brown cargo trousers rubbing against my hard on as I let out desperate moans not putting in any effort to hide how desperate I was.
Sex with Ethan was always great but drunk sex- that was a whole different story. It was pretty well known I got drastically horny when I was far too gone but Ethan was way worse. He was always ready to bounce but when he was drunk he was a complete beast. The last time I experienced drunk Ethan I was nineteen and trust me I had almost told Vasilisa every single detail if she had not shut me up.
