Brereakfast

Breakfast

Under the warm Mediterranean sun, she leaned over the table, her wide-brimmed Louis Vuitton hat casting a playful shadow over her face, as the scent of freshly prepared brunch wafted through the air. The azure sea glistened before her, mirroring the vibrant blue ribbon on her hat. She savored the moment, the gentle breeze carrying whispers of the ocean. She was still drunk from last night, too drunk to care that she was on the balcony in just her skimpy white lace underwear with lavender flowers. The french toast was beautiful, but her muddled brain was trying to decide what to drink. Champaign, Vodka, or orange cocktail. 

Under the warm Mediterranean sun, she leaned over the table, her wide-brimmed Louis Vuitton hat casting a playful shadow over her face, as the scent of freshly prepared brunch wafted through the air. The azure sea glistened before her, mirroring the vibrant blue ribbon on her hat. She savored the moment, the gentle breeze carrying whispers of the ocean.

She had woken up that morning feeling groggy from the night before. She had danced the night away at a beach party, immersing herself in the carefree atmosphere of the Mediterranean, drinking alcohol like a fish in the clear blue waters. Glasses of wine turned into shots of tequila, and before she knew it, she was dancing and singing at the top of her lungs. Now, despite the haze of her memories, one thing was clear-she had had a great time and in the bright light of day, she could feel the remnants of alcohol in her system, making her head spin slightly. She’d risen from bed, and as if on autopilot, stumbled out to the balcony, in just her skimpy white lace underwear with lavender flowers, but the warm sun on her skin felt surprisingly refreshing.

She looked down at her plate, where a beautifully arranged french toast sat, golden brown and topped with fresh strawberries and a dusting of powdered sugar. The sight made her mouth water, but her muddled brain was trying to decide what to drink with her meal. Champagne seemed like the obvious choice, but she also had a bottle of vodka and an orange cocktail before her.

She picked the glass of champagne, the bubbles tickling her nose as she took a sip. The crisp, cool liquid seemed to wash away some of the lingering effects of her hangover, leaving her feeling a little more refreshed. She closed her eyes as she savored the taste, letting the sunlight warm her skin and the sound of the waves soothe her soul.

As she ate her brunch, she couldn't help but think back on the events of the night before. She had met a mysterious stranger at the party, his dark eyes captivating her from across the dance floor. They had danced together, their bodies moving in perfect harmony to the beat of the music. She had felt a connection with him, a spark that had ignited something deep within her.

But now, in the harsh light of day, she wondered if it had all been a dream. She had woken up alone in her villa, with no sign of the stranger anywhere. Though someone had laid out this wonderful breakfast for her. She shook her head, trying to push the thoughts away. She was on vacation, she reminded herself, and she deserved to enjoy every moment of it.

Finishing the champaign, she picked a strawberry and ate. It was sweet-too sweet, and she quickly grabbed the orange cocktail. It was strong, but complemented the strawberry and toast well. She quickly ate and drank, though she was rapidly becoming quite drunk. 

Errant syrup dripped on her big breasts right at her bra, and she clumsily wiped it off, licking her fingers. She pushed her bra down, exposing her big areolas and hard nipples. Removing the syrup soon turned to playing with her nipples. She was drunk and she was horny. 

As you watched her from the doorway of the kitchen, you couldn't help but feel a surge of desire course through your veins. The sight of her voluptuous figure, her big breasts glistening with errant syrup, was enough to drive any man wild. You couldn't resist the temptation any longer. It was time to make your presence known.

Stepping out of the shadows, you cleared your throat, causing her to jump in surprise. She turned towards you, her eyes widening as she took in the bulge in your shorts. A wicked grin spread across her face as she realized the effect she was having on you.

"Yoo liyke whad yoo see, huh?" she purred, her voice husky with desire. You nodded, unable to tear your eyes away from her exposed breasts. The syrup had left a sticky trail down her chest, pooling at the top of her bra. Without hesitation, she undid her bra, tossing it to the floor.

You groaned at the sight, unable to resist the urge to touch her. With a quick glance around to make sure no one else was watching, you reached out and ran your fingers over her nipples, feeling them harden even more under your touch. She let out a low moan, arching her back in response. As you played with her boobs, she drank vodka, some spilling down.

The heat between you was palpable, the air thick with anticipation. You knew you couldn't hold back any longer. With a hunger that bordered on desperation, you leaned in and captured her nipple between your lips, sucking and nibbling on it until she was writhing with pleasure.

Her hands tangled in your hair, urging you on as you switched to her other breast, giving it the same attention. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling with need. You could feel the tension building between you, the desire reaching a fever pitch that threatened to consume you both.

And then, with a suddenness that took your breath away, she pushed you back and dropped to her knees. With no hesitation, she freed your cock from your shorts and took it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head before moving it down the length of your shaft.

You groaned in ecstasy, gripping her hair as she pleasured you with a skill that left you gasping for air. The sensation was overwhelming, the pleasure intense as she worked her magic on you, taking you to the brink of release with each flick of her tongue.

And just as you were about to lose control, she pulled back, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She stood up, swaying drunkenly, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she stroked your cock with her hand, teasing you with the promise of what was to come.

"Less taze thiss summwhere more comfortable," she whispered, gesturing towards the bedroom wher you’d fucked her just hours ago. Once again, she was so drunk you practically had to carry her. The anticipation was nearly unbearable, the desire roaring through you like a raging fire. And as you tumbled onto the bed, lost in a haze of pleasure and ecstasy, you knew that this was just the beginning of an awesome day.