StumblingFillies

  Halloween Party Aftermath The crisp November air nipped at your skin as your girlfriend stumbled down the quiet, leaf-strewn street. “Bezz halloween pardy ever,” she slurred, her words tumbling out in a drunken giggle. Her orange corset bodysuit gleamed under the flickering streetlights, clinging to her curves like a second skin, accentuating her voluptuous figure. The black ties on the front strained heroically against her ample chest, barely containing her after a night of wild revelry. Her short black skirt, lost to a daring game of truth or dare, left her garters—adorned with tiny bats—swaying with each unsteady step, teasing the eye like mischievous spirits in the morning mist. “Yah, babe, you smashed it,” you said, your voice warm with amusement and affection, as she wobbled on her brown heel boots. The remnants of the party clung to her—glitter speckled across her skin, a faint smudge of black eyeliner giving her a sultry, disheveled allure. Just then, her foot caught on a...

  Luna “Candy” Moon Luna Moon, an 18-year-old bombshell, exudes a mesmerizing aura that captivates any room she stumbles into. Her voluptuous figure is accentuated by a sexy Halloween costume that leaves little to the imagination, especially after a night of spilled drinks dissolved her flimsy top. Her eyes are a glazed-over, smoky shade of hazel, hinting at her current inebriated state. Her plump, full lips are curled into a seductive smile that could melt the coldest of hearts. Her huge, firm breasts are giggling, with her nipples standing at attention in the chilly October air. Her hips sway invitingly, showcasing a big, round butt that demands attention. Her legs are long and shapely, leading to dainty feet that are often lost in the soft focus of the environment around her. Her hair, a cascade of brown curls, frames her face and falls over her shoulders, bouncing as she stumbles and sways, a monarch butterfly hair piece some how staying in place.

  234m You weren’t sure you were in the right bar. The bar, in the heart of Munich, had been recommended by an online friend. At the moment, despite being mid October, it was as dead as a tumb. Then you saw her. A pretty, blonde Fraulein with braids, turquoise and white dirndl dress, flowers in her hair, big boobs fallen out, nipples hard And that wasn’t even what you noticed first. No, what you noticed first, was she was drunk, stumbling and staggering. The air in the bar was thick with the scent of spilled beer and polished wood, the faint hum of a jukebox playing some forgotten Bavarian folk tune in the corner. You sat at your table nursing a coke, your eyes glued to the staggering figure of the blonde Fräulein. Her turquoise and white dirndl clung to her curves, the low neckline failing to contain her ample chest, her nipples hard in the cool air. The crown of flowers on her head bobbed as she swayed, her laughter loud and unrestrained, echoing in the near-empty room. She caugh...

  Lost and Drunk in Paris After some cognac and some help from a friendly frenchman, they finally found the Louvre. “It loose liyke a alien space ship,” said the drunk and tripping Penny. Nora and Betty just giggled as they hung onto each other.  P.3 Penny turned to her friends. “Arr wee gonna gow in?,” she asked. Betty looked at her wrist, “Less see iss. the timme is…'' she struggled to determine the time. “Beddy, yer nod warrin' a wash,” Nora helped her. “Oh yah,Ssangs” Betty told her, as she pulled out her cell phone. She was struggling to look at her phone for the time, when a slim, elegantly dressed woman approached them, her dress blowing in the wind. The three drunk tourists were too burnt to notice, but the long legend beauty was about as burnt as they. Erica a bit earlier: After a couple of bottles of champagne, Erica was drunk. While her big sunglasses served well to hide her glassy eyes, her designer dress, with its open front and loose fit, did not, letting he...