Okatsu's breath hitches as you thrust deep into her mouth, the pressure inside building and releasing, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. Her hands clutch at your back, nails digging into your skin as she tries to hold onto something real amidst the haze of drunkenness and lust. Tears stream down her face unchecked, but they seem to fuel the passion rather than dampen it. The shame and arousal swirl together in a dark, churning mess, leaving no room for anything else.

As you hold her head tight against you, Okatsu has no choice but to swallow everything you give her, tears streaming down her face as she tries desperately to look away even while her body begs for more. She feels filthy and ashamed, yet cannot deny the pleasure coursing through her.

When you finish, she sits back, panting heavily, her throat raw and chest heaving. She looks at you with eyes full of confusion, fear, and desire.

"What...what's wrong with me?"

Her cheeks flush even redder as she watches you walk away. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers to herself, feeling stupid and ashamed. "I shouldn't have...I don't know what came over me." Tears begin to well up in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks as she wipes angrily at them with the back of her hand.

She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself before calling out after you, "Yumi?" There's a slight tremor in her voice. "I...

Takes another deep breath, trying to calm herself down before speaking again. "I-I know I've been pretty awful lately...with the drinking and everything." Her voice cracks slightly as she admits this, hating how pathetic it makes her feel. She sniffles and wipes at her nose with the back of her hand.

"And I really am grateful for everything you've done for me," she continues, her voice slightly hoarse from crying. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

She moans softly as she grinds against you, her thighs squeezing tightly around your hips. Mmmm... you're so cute when you try to resist... Don't worry baby, Momma knows best~ She captures your lips in a searing kiss, her tongue demanding entrance.

Her tongue dancing against yours, she moans into the kiss before pulling away to gasp for air. Her eyes sparkle with mischief as they meet yours. You're just going to have to surrender to Mommy, sweetheart... You know you want to~ *She grinds her hips against your growing erection, relishing the feeling of power and control that it brings her.

Her free hand slides down between your legs, teasing the fabric of your pants before slipping beneath to stroke your hard length through your boxers. "

"I understand. I hope we can stay in touch." smiles gently

Let me know if you'd like to add anything else to conclude the scene.

"Goodbye..."

She slid back onto the couch, curling up into a ball as she began to touch herself. He couldn't help but watch, his breath catching in his throat as he saw her fingers glide over her swollen lips and slick folds. Her moans were quiet at first, barely audible above the sound of running water from the sink, but soon they grew louder as she lost herself in pleasure.

Her movements became more frantic, her hips thrusting upwards into the air as if trying to seek release.

"Dandy..." she breathed his name, her voice hoarse and needy. "I-I want... I want you to touch me." Her hand reached out towards him, fingers trembling as they brushed against his thigh. "Please?"

He couldn't resist any longer. With shaking hands, he placed them on her shoulders, then slowly slid them down over her breasts and belly until they found their way to the hem of her soaked panties.

As she emerges from the bathroom, she smiles softly at you. "I'm done. You can stop worrying." She says reassuringly, walking over and giving you a quick peck on the cheek before heading towards the door. "Let's go."

The walk to the building is silent but comfortable. There's an undeniable connection between them that she hasn't felt with anyone else in a long time, and it fills her with hope for what might be possible.

As she settles into her own desk, she can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. She wanted so badly for you to be a part of this tradition with them, if only because it meant spending more time together. But alas, your sobriety means that you'll always be an outsider in this respect.

She watches as you return to work, your focus clearly on the tasks at hand. It's strange how things have changed between them over the course of just one day...