/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>Come home from the store
>You push the door open, a couple of bottles cling as they are toppled by the door
>You hear groaning from the living room. "This again" is the first thought on your mind
>Sure enough, Lamy is looking for the bottom of another bottle. She's already blushing and drunk
>Upon seeing you (or rather, she's seeing three of you), she immediately clings around you
>Lamy is a very lewd drunk, she is fondling you while slurring her affection, still holding the bottle behind you as she hugs around your waist
>Before she can slide down on the floor completely, you princess carry her to bed
>She tries to smooch your cheek while being carried, all she manages to do is blow her alcoholic breath in your nose
>While you're tucking her in, she suddenly wraps her thighs around your back
>Being this close to a smelly Lamy is doing things to you. The stare she's giving you is alcohol-induced complete honesty
>She demands that you stay and simply squeeze around your back tighter, you give up and put your wife in the mating press
>Her tongue tastes like the last thing she drank. You're going faster while trying to maintain the sloppy kiss
>All the stimuli is too much. You shoot everything in your elven wife, which also knocks you back to reality
>While she's blushing and smiling, your quarter-elf daughter is being conceived inside her
>Your first child with Lamy was you getting carried away with her drunk
>Next day, she's groaning from her hangover while passing you the positive pregnancy test, fucking hell
>She remembers the best details of last night, but most of all, she wants your baby
>You think of the uphill struggle, trying to keep her off the bottle while pregnant, but you smile
>Nothing should change
http://poal.me/7qtwsp

>Come home from the store
>You push the door open, a couple of bottles cling as they are toppled by the door
>You hear groaning from the living room. "This again" is the first thought on your mind
>Sure enough, Lamy is looking for the bottom of another bottle. She's already blushing and drunk
>Upon seeing you (or rather, she's seeing three of you), she immediately clings around you
>Lamy is a very lewd drunk, she is fondling you while slurring her affection, still holding the bottle behind you as she hugs around your waist
>Before she can slide down on the floor completely, you princess carry her to bed
>She tries to smooch your cheek while being carried, all she manages to do is blow her alcoholic breath in your nose
>While you're tucking her in, she suddenly wraps her thighs around your back
>Being this close to a smelly Lamy is doing things to you. The stare she's giving you is alcohol-induced complete honesty
>She demands that you stay and simply squeeze around your back tighter, you give up and put your wife in the mating press
>Her tongue tastes like the last thing she drank. You're going faster while trying to maintain the sloppy kiss
>All the stimuli is too much. You shoot everything in your elven wife, which also knocks you back to reality
>While she's blushing and smiling, your quarter-elf daughter is being conceived inside her
>Your first child with Lamy was you getting carried away with her drunk
>Next day, she's groaning from her hangover while passing you the positive pregnancy test, fucking hell
>She remembers the best details of last night, but most of all, she wants your baby
>You think of the uphill struggle, trying to keep her off the bottle while pregnant, but you smile
>Nothing should change
http://poal.me/7qtwsp

>Come home from the store
>You push the door open, a couple of bottles cling as they are toppled by the door
>You hear groaning from the living room. "This again" is the first thought on your mind
>Sure enough, Lamy is looking for the bottom of another bottle. She's already blushing and drunk
>Upon seeing you (or rather, she's seeing three of you), she immediately clings around you
>Lamy is a very lewd drunk, she is fondling you while slurring her affection, still holding the bottle behind you as she hugs around your waist
>Before she can slide down on the floor completely, you princess carry her to bed
>She tries to smooch your cheek while being carried, all she manages to do is blow her alcoholic breath in your nose
>While you're tucking her in, she suddenly wraps her thighs around your back
>Being this close to a smelly Lamy is doing things to you. The stare she's giving you is alcohol-induced complete honesty
>She demands that you stay and simply squeeze around your back tighter, you give up and put your wife in the mating press
>Her tongue tastes like the last thing she drank. You're going faster while trying to maintain the sloppy kiss
>All the stimuli is too much. You shoot everything in your elven wife, which also knocks you back to reality
>While she's blushing and smiling, your quarter-elf daughter is being conceived inside her
>Your first child with Lamy was you getting carried away with her drunk
>Next day, she's groaning from her hangover while passing you the positive pregnancy test, fucking hell
>She remembers the best details of last night, but most of all, she wants your baby
>You think of the uphill struggle, trying to keep her off the bottle while pregnant, but you smile
>Nothing should change

http://poal.me/7qtwsp