Lola smells like booze; it stinks in her breath. Her mascara is ruined, and she can barely feel a thing as she is taken into his apartment. He undresses her, and she can barely feel him biting her neck. He unbuckles his belt, and her world spins slowly, turning and turning--too much booze. He ties her arms around the headboard of the bed, and fingers her pussy through her panties, found underneath her skirt.
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