The room spins as they clink glasses, downing another shot. Liquor courses through their veins, fueling their desire. She's a mess of tangled hair and smeared lipstick, he's a disheveled mop of hair and flushed skin. Their bodies collide, hands groping, mouths locked in a drunken kiss. She tastes like cheap wine, he tastes like whiskey and lust. They collapse onto the couch, her legs wrapping around his waist as he slides into her dripping cunt. Drunk fucking is messy, sloppy, animalistic. He pounds into her, her tits bouncing, his grunts echoing. She claws at his back, her pussy gripping his cock as they chase their orgasms. Finally, they find release, their bodies convulsing, their cries echoing through the room. Drunk and spent, they collapse into a pile of limbs and sweat, cum dripping from her thighs.