In a dimly lit room, I-No lies on her stomach, her dress hiked up to reveal her plump, inviting ass. Bouquetman, taking advantage of her drunken state, runs his hands over her curves, making her shiver. He spreads her cheeks, exposing her tiny, puckered hole, and spits on it, rubbing the saliva in with his thumb. I-No whimpers, half-asleep, half-awake, as he replaces his thumb with his cock, easing into her with a slow, steady pressure. Her body accepts him, her muscles clenching around his shaft as he begins to fuck her. The sound of their flesh meeting fills the room, punctuated by I-No's soft moans. Bouquetman grips her hips, pulling her back onto his cock, his pace quickening as he chases his release. With a final, deep thrust, he fills her ass with his cum, the warm, sticky liquid seeping out around his cock as he pulls out, leaving I-No spent and satisfied.