she needs a breath mint first.

you kiss her back, but she just reeks of ****. She might be able to hold her liquer well, but she still could use a breath mint. You break off the kiss and her hands are sliding under her shirt. Keeping your eyes glued to her you reach over to your dresser and grab the minty tin of goodness. She pulls her shirt above her head and exposes her perfectly georgous little tits, her thick nipples jutting out from them looking like knobs that need twisting. she looks back over to see what you're in such a hurry to grab and smiles when she spots the tin. You open it to her, but she just opens her mouth obviously awaiting you to do it for her.