Olya stared at the empty bottle of vodka on her coffee table, her mind swimming with a mix of frustration and inebriation. She was fresh out of funds and fresh out of booze, a dangerous combination for a woman like her. With a huff, she grabbed her phone and dialed her best friend's number, her finger hovering over the call button.
Richard answered on the third ring, his voice groggy with sleep. "Y-Olya? What time is it?"
She giggled, her words slurring together. "Richard, my dear, I need a favor. I'm all out of vodka and I'm in a bit of a bind. Could you, perhaps, bring me a bottle?"
Richard sighed, the sound of shuffling coming through the phone. "Olya, you know I can't just drop everything and come over there. What's in it for me?"
Olya pouted, her bottom lip jutting out. "Oh, Richard, you wound me. I promise, we'll figure something out when you get here."
Richard grumbled but eventually agreed, and soon enough, there was a knock at her door. Olya swung it open, a wide grin spreading across her face as she took in Richard's appearance. He was short, fat, and bald, but she loved him all the same. He held up a bottle of vodka, a triumphant look on his face.
"You are my savior," she declared, grabbing the bottle from him and taking a long swig. Richard's eyes widened as he took in her appearance. She wore a short robe, barely covering her black transparent panties underneath.
Richard raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "And what do I get in return for this generous gift?"
Olya shrugged, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I'll cook you something. How does that sound?"
Richard chuckled, shaking his head. "I was thinking of something a little more...personal."
Before Olya could respond, Richard's hand was under her robe, kneading her big breasts. She gasped, her mind clouded with alcohol and desire. She pushed him away, a playful glint in her eye.
"Richard, I'm in a relationship now. I can't just...do that with you."
Richard pouted, his bottom lip jutting out in a mirror image of hers. "But I came all the way over here. And I brought you vodka."
Olya rolled her eyes, a smile playing on her lips. "Fine. But just this once."
Richard's face lit up, and he pulled her closer, his hand snaking up her robe and groping her ass. She squealed, trying to push him away, but her weak resistance was no match for his determination. He bent her head down to his crotch, pulling his dick out of his pants.
"Suck it, Olya," he demanded, his voice husky with desire.
Olya hesitated, her mind racing. But the allure of the vodka and the thrill of the moment was too much to resist. She closed her eyes, her lips wrapping around his cock as he held her head, forcing her to suck.
Richard groaned, his other hand groping her hips and ass under her robe. He was rough, but she liked it. She always had a soft spot for Richard, even if it was just in moments like these.
With a roar, Richard pushed her onto the bed, tearing her robe open and pushing her panties aside. He didn't hesitate, pushing into her pussy with a force that made her legs twitch.
Richard fucked her hard, his hips slamming into hers as she lay there, her legs spread wide. She was drunk, but she could still feel the pleasure building up inside of her, the vodka and the sex mixing together in a heady combination.
Richard finished with a roar, his dick twitching inside of her as she contracted around him. He pulled out, panting as he pulled on his pants. Olya lay there, her legs spread wide and cum dripping from her pussy.
Despite cheating on her boyfriend, Olya didn't care. The main thing was that Richard brought the booze. And it turned out to be a good fuck. She sat up, grabbing the bottle of vodka and taking a long swig. Richard watched her, a smirk on his face.
"You're a wild one, Olya," he said, shaking his head.
Olya grinned, her eyes twinkling. "You have no idea."
They continued drinking, Olya sitting on Richard's lap as he groped her tits and stroked her pussy. She was a strong, controlling woman, but she knew when to let loose and have a little fun. And Richard was always there to provide it.
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