Levi could not believe his eyes. He never saw Jennifer as a pure human being, but he was never given the chance to see Jennifer in such a vulnerable state. He admired her ever since, with her clothes on, but now he could see what he admired clearly, from her thick thighs, big chest and an ass as huge as his head.
The strong stench of alcohol lingered in the air, forcing Levi to cover his nose tightly with the palm of his hand.
"Oh, my body's about to explode," she muttered, her voice sounding groggy. She then raised her head to face Levi, a smile on her face.
"Levi!" she said loudly, walking up to him.
Levi stood still, contemplating whether he should leave as soon as possible or stay put and get a full view of the figure he had admired more than anything. Despite being raised in a prestigious family that was built on elegance, he couldn't rid himself of that thing that he felt.
Pleasure—
And Jennifer's body was the right vessel, enough to make his six-inch rascal heat up and slowly rise in his pants.
The voluptuous woman arrived at where he stood, resting her body on him, her big, juicy and soft chest pressing against his abdomen, "Hey, come with me," she said, her voice demanding but playful.
"Uhhhh.. are you okay, Jennifer?" Levi asked, confused and panicking internally.
Jennifer glanced up at him, a smile on her face, her cheeks red, "Today's my birthday, Levi," she said.
"Oh, it is, I didn't... know?" said Levi.
Jennifer frowned, her chest tightening as Levi's blank expression made it clear—he had no idea about her Special Day. The sting hit hard; for a second, she wanted to cry. But she bit it back, forcing her lips into a crooked smile.
"Hmm… you don't remember." Her voice was low, edged with hurt. "Looks like Mr. Johnson was right about you—too forgetful."
She stepped forward, closing the space between them. Her hand slid onto his chest, her finger tracing a slow, deliberate line across his skin. Her eyes locked onto his, sharp and wounded.
"It's so sad," she whispered, her tone trembling between sorrow and seduction. "And I actually began to like you. And you…" she exhaled, her words cutting, "you don't even remember my birthday."
Levi's expression turned sour as he saw Jennifer's condition. He had always seen her as someone elegant, but seeing this lewd part of her was something he wasn't ready for.
"Jennifer?" he said as the young woman answered with a soft 'Hm?' before he continued, "You're drunk, we'll talk about this tomorrow... I'll even buy you a gift"
"Really?" Jennifer asked.
"Yeah... really", Levi nodded, assuring the young woman.
Just as he thought that the storm was going to die anytime soon, he felt something on his groin, which caused him to jerk. Looking down, he shook at what he saw: Jennifer gently rubbing his phallic organ, her hand reaching for his egg sacks as she caressed them, playing with them.
"Hey... Jennifer, stop it," he said, trying to get her hand off.
"Please, don't leave me," said Jennifer, a sad look in her eyes as tears dropped from her eyes, but that was just the alcohol talking, "I've been so alone and... and I don't know how I was going to cope"
Levi looked down at her, sympathy clouding his eyes. He knew how alcohol worked—drunk mouths spilt truths, but just as often, they spilt lies. And Jennifer… she was swaying between the two.
Every word, every glance, left him unsure. Was this how she truly felt? Or just another drunken illusion?
"Do you want me to celebrate your birthday with you?" he asked in a low tone.
Jennifer nodded like a child, 'Yes.'
Levi sighed. Though he was tired, he couldn't say no to a lady whom he had admired all his life.
The rest of Levi's memories were scrambled, cutting short on the most important parts. He only remembered coming into her room, where he met the other women, who had noticed him as well, cheering his arrival.
He remembered how he was persuaded to drink and was in a state where he could not think.
His memories shattered into a thousand fragments, scattering, leaving him lost in the fog of confusion. But through the haze came Jennifer's voice—her explanation:
It was noon. The party had dwindled, laughter fading into silence as guests drifted away, retreating to their rooms, ready to collapse and let the day die.
Levi wasn't so lucky. Stumbling, heavy with drink, the alcohol dragging him down, he was wide open—vulnerable, defenceless. And Jennifer was there. Her hands steady, her smile unreadable, guiding him down the hallway, steering him toward his room. He was under her mercy now.
"Ughhh," he exclaimed, his head spinning as he had been too intoxicated.
Though Jennifer was drunk, her state was nothing like Levi's. Half-dragging, half-guiding him down the hall, she slipped her hand into his pocket, fingers fumbling until they closed around his room key—still intact despite the chaos of the party.
With a swift motion, she jammed it into the lock, twisting. The door gave way as her foot shoved it open, the soft creak slicing through the silence before it slammed lightly against the wall.
They stumbled inside.
From a short distance away, Charlotte watched. Her room was close, her gaze sharper than her alcohol-blurred vision should have allowed. She had drunk heavily, yet her body carried it like armour—steady, unyielding, a warrior against intoxication.
Jennifer felt those eyes on her, the weight of Charlotte's presence pressing from across the hall. But she didn't slow. She didn't turn. She knew—and she ignored it.
Finally, inside his room, Jennifer pushed forward, navigating blindly through the pitch-blackness. The electricity had been down for days, and every corner was swallowed in shadow. Still, with the apartment layout etched in her memory, she dragged Levi step by step until they reached his bed.
Summoning all her strength, she heaved him forward and dropped him onto the mattress. A grunt escaped her lips—his weight was crushing, his frame far heavier than hers.
But before she could catch her breath, Levi stirred. Drunk, sluggish, his hands shot out and wrapped around her, yanking her against him. His groin pressed hard into her backside.
"Whoa!" Jennifer gasped as her balance gave way. She fell flat on her stomach, Levi collapsing on top of her, his weight pinning her down. She twisted slightly beneath him, her voice breaking the silence. "Hey, umm, Levi, are you okay?"
No response. Only the heat of his body, only his hand sliding lower—reaching for her ass.
"Oh… you're so soft down there," Levi muttered, his voice thick, fingers slipping between her thighs, brushing her clit. "Do you… work out?"
Jennifer let out a shaky laugh, nerves sparking through her as her eyes widened. It was clear she was nervous—but it was also clear she liked it. "Umm… yes, I do work out," she stammered, her expression shifting as she looked at him. "Are you feeling okay?"
"No, Jennifer, I'm not."
The words came low, whispered, dripping with sincerity. Enough to send a chill racing down her spine. His voice cracked with something real, something raw. "I've wanted you for so long. Everything about you… always made me feel alive. Your body, your voice, your personality."
Jennifer stayed quiet, her cheeks red as she smirked, "Levi... I never knew that you... felt such a way," she replied, her hand reaching for her panties as she dragged them down, revealing a juicy vagina underneath.
From the love liquid dripping from it, it seemed that she had been waiting so long for Levi to stuff her with his hot, steamy and beefy stick.
Levi was taken aback by this, but he couldn't control himself at this point; there was something beautiful waiting to be penetrated in front of him. Rising on his feet, he slowly took his pants off, followed by his underwear to reveal his massive friend that throbbed uncontrollably, already releasing pre-cum.
Jennifer looked back, a look of shock on her face at the massive meat. She smiled as she caught sight of this, "Oh, you're so huge," she said, "But you should try wearing a condom"
Before Jennifer could speak further, Levi walked forward, his shadow looming over her, "I'll be gentle," he said, taking off his shirt to reveal his fully muscular frame.
"Hold on—"
Jennifer tried to protest, but Levi had already penetrated her, stuffing his entire cock in her wet clit, "Oh, fuck," she cursed, her pussy about to be used as Levi's play toy.
Slowly, the young man began to move his hips, his cock making a strange, squishy sound as his groin collided with her ass, causing it to jiggle ferociously. Jennifer began to moan, her moan turning to screams as Levi got faster.
"Holy shit!" Jennifer shouted, her voice cracking with each thrust, her tongue sticking out.
Levi grunted as his beef candle was washed by Jennifer's love liquid, spraying nonstop from her vulva.
"Ohhh, my god! Ahhh," she screamed, her eyes rolling back as she was being pounded from behind.
Levi gripped Jennifer, wrapping his hands around her neck as he dragged her back and began to kiss her, his saliva mixing with hers as their tongues merged. He roughly pounded her while kissing her, stroking her breasts with his hands.
"Hmmmmm!" Jennifer let out a muffled scream, her eyes dripping with tears as she began to feel a warm and liquid sensation in her clit.
Levi was already cumming, but he continued to move like a beast under heat. His cum began to waste, pouring out of Jennifer's gate and with a final, heavy thrust, he poured his entire liquid baby.
"HM!"
Jennifer's muffled moans increased as Levi slowly dragged his cock out that still stayed erect, releasing the poor woman as she fell flat on the bed. In that instant, Levi felt his body grow weak as he fell on the bed, his vision blurry.
As he faded to black, he could make out a few silhouettes appearing in the room, all having strange shapes that looked strangely feminine.