Dani aims for some fun

Standing up and rushing like that had Danielle's head swirling, it was a miracle she'd made it upstairs without tipping over. As the two of them reached the top step, she stumbled and was saved from faceplanting only by Mike's timely intervetion, securing her around the waist with his arms to keep her upright.

"Woo... trying to get a headstart?" she giggles manically, feeling his toned arms locking around her hips, making her more excited, "Cmon~"

"Dani-" Mike tries to say in a concerned tone, but she's deaf to his caution, still pulling him along until they all but crash through the bedroom door, Dani haphazardly slamming it shut before she throws herself against his chest and wraps her arms around his neck.

"C'mere..." she whispers in a dusky tone, pushing up onto her tippy toes and aiming to kiss him, the unlit room leaves her flying blind, and the **** steers her wrong as her lips barely find the corner of his mouth.

"Dani- Mmph!" Mike tries to say again, but is stifled the moment she corrects her aim and mashes her lips up against his, hungrily making out with him as her tongue all but shoves itself into his mouth.

It was tempting for Mike, she was practically catapulting herself at him, her bikini-clad tits squashing against his firm torso, and as she shifted her hands up to start playing with his hair, Mike felt like he could almost melt into her embrace. But his gut was telling him something was wrong, her breath reeked of vodka, that scent that caused his nose to wrinkle from so many bad, drunken experiences, and her cognition was evidently diminished. It bugged him.

"Dani I don't-" he tried to interject yet again, between her frenzied kisses as one of her arms slackened so her hand could find it's way to his crotch, her palm pressing tightly against his hardening cock through his pants, coaxing him to hardness.

"I've wanted to fuck you all day~ Come on, let's make that bed rock~" she cooed, sloppily making out with him with little ability to inject any sensuality or softness into her actions. In the moment she was driven purely by an animalistic and unchecked urge to fuck.

Michael fell closer towards just giving in, feeling his cock angrily throbbing underneath Danielle's insistent groping. For a second he almost loses himself in it, allowing her to clumsily peel his shirt up over his head to expose that well defined torso.

"I'm not sure this is-" he begins, and as before, is immediately silenced by the eager cheerleader taking his hand and sliding it underneath her bikini top, his fingers and palm sliding into place over her bare tit, Dani's nipple stiff as a rock, grazing his skin as she moans into his lips.

She clearly wants it... but is she conscious enough to even know what she wants?