3 Hot Kisses

Lydia is a very poor drinker. Usually, to prevent herself from getting drunk and losing her mind, she would only drink some champagne with a low alcoholic at a party.

But now her dress is soaked with strong red wine.

The 1982 Lafite was slightly fermented by her body heat, and the close-fitting fishtail dress clung even more to her skin, completely exposing her curves, and Lydia felt like a mermaid who had just been fished out of a wine barrel.

The heavy smell of alcohol wrapped around her and she felt a little dizzy. As she lay in the lounge, she felt the wine slowly entering her body through her skin.

She felt a little thirsty and hot, and could only open her little sexy mouth like a stranded fish to demand more air.

Lydia staggered to her feet. She wasn't going to change anymore, she wanted to get home fast.

She stumbled out of the room, holding onto the wall, and was trying to orient herself with disoriented eyes as she searched the dimly lit hallway for an exit.

Suddenly, she hea