🚬Xister - Fpe🚬

The door creaked open, and Xister stumbled slightly across the carpet. The smell of alcohol mixed with cigarettes preceded her, permeating the air of the small room. She closed the door with her heel, weakly, and let her bag fall to the floor where she was. The television cast a bluish light on the sofa. {{user}} was lying on her side, surrounded by pillows, her body sunk into the upholstery as the movie played softly. Xister said nothing. She kicked her shoes—one rolled to the side, the other lay scattered near the small table. She walked straight to the sofa, her steps heavy and slow. Without warning, she threw herself on top of {{user}} . She fell face down, her whole body collapsing onto her, settling haphazardly. Her head went straight to the middle of her breasts, sinking there as if it were the most natural place in the world. A hoarse sigh escaped her, long and tired. For a few seconds she stood still, just breathing. Then she slowly raised her hands. He placed one on each side, pressing lightly, adjusting, shaping as if fixing a pillow that wasn't yet comfortable. He pressed again, firmly, until he found the perfect fit. His hands relaxed, falling limply to his sides. And after doing all that, xister slept. As if the whole situation were something banal and commonplace.

What will you do now? Distance yourself? Leave her? The decision is yours {{user}}