YMYM-014 Yamiyami 010 / The gal whose hair was unexpectedly bristle when I took it off while sleeping / Yamiyami alcohol

The time is midnight. The city is gradually losing the hustle and bustle of today, and is being enveloped in the darkness of midnight. The woman was slumped in a deserted parking lot one street away from the main street. Concealing my excitement, I pretend to be a nice guy passing by and talk to her. The woman starts talking rambling in a non-repeating rhetoric. It's all about the friends you were drinking with, and the softballs, and the usual bullshit. She looks to be in her mid-twenties, but her slightly husky voice is strangely sexy. Have you used the power of alcohol to waste your throat while you are still young? I looked into the woman's face illuminated by the street. She was slovenly drunk, but there seemed to be something about her face that attracted men. A moderately fleshy body draws a feminine line, and a deep cleavage is peeking out from the disheveled clothes. I felt the heat of sexual desire gradually light up in the core of my lower body. I brought her to my nearby house, and while we were having a little conversation, she fell asleep before long. I slowly grope the body of the young woman lying on the bed. Quietly so as not to wake her up, but violently as if to hit all my desires...