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"You want the de-tails? You got it, stud..." You can really feel the **** now, lowering your inhibitions even more than before. "Well, for one, You look like you could lift me off the ground easily... That's real-really hot in a guy you know! Jus' knowin' a guy could uh, could pick you up off your feet and have his way with you. you get it?" He chuffs a little, and looks as if he is about to speak. "-And! I can't forget about that fuckin' fuckin' uh, that god damned carpet of hair you've got going there! After you're done with me, I bet I wouldn't even, er, wouldn't even need a blanket, stud. I'd be all warm and cozy snuggled up in your chest."

"Heh, kid, I think you're a little too drunk for 'yer own good. Mayb-" This is cut off quickly by you continuing your one sided conversation. "Not to forget about the fat fuckin' dick you gotta have hidden in those pants. No way in hell a beefy guy like you isn't packin' a fucking weapon! And the scent. Working all day in the mines, drinkin' all night. No way you don't smell manly as fuck. Hell, I know for a fact you smell amazin' cause I can smell you from across' the table! Can't even fathom how you'd smell if you shoved my face into your 'pits, or crotch, or even better your ass! Honestly, I'll prove it right here, dude. If you want a blow I'll get on my knees right now and suck you off, just like you deserve. All you gotta do is say the word, big man."

You're a little more than a little tipsy at this point, the only thing rivaling your drunkenness being your lusts. And, despite your lengthy diatribe on the man's good points, he is very oddly quiet. "Ah. I see. Uh, I usually don't get much positive attention, let alone an essay." This was pretty obvious (at least to the sober you) when you first met the man, and it almost seems as if he is going to spurn your advances. So you give him one final push, verbally. "Dude. I, er, know you don't think you're hot, but, lik-like I'm the one saying it. And not to brag but I'm hot as shit as of ten hours ago. Don't, do-don't get it twisted, either, old man. I thought you were hot as fuck wayyy befo-before I got drunk! Truth be told I wanted to get some dilf dick in me since I saw 'ya!" You stumble out of your seat, and drunkenly amble your way over to the self-sabotaging dwarf. He briefly looks up at you, before turning your head away, back to the drink in his hands. "You should look a man in the eyes! Where are your nuts? Didn't you bitch at me earlier? Huh? You nutless bitch?" At this point, you're pretty much a walking drunk stereotype, all shame and social code thrown out of your brain, replaced with the desire to have sex with this man you met less than half a day ago. This leads to you planting yourself right in his meaty lap, body facing towards him, leaving you face to face with each other, his girthy, rock hard dick grinding into your clothed ass.

"You are serious? You want to have sex? Most humans keep to themselves, or at least the ones I've known." He says this in a state of disbelief, somehow finding it hard to understand you're literally begging to get rawed like a cheap slut. "And, even for a human you're a handsome man. You could find a better partner easi-" "I don't want a different partner! I want you big guy! What's so hard to get?" Ending this sentence, you find yourself fed up, and block his next sentence from forming beyond a single syllable by kissing him deeply on the lips.