Allow me to use the omnipotent powers of write-fagging to try and paint it with words.
>Moo is a naturally submissive girl while drunk with no real inhibitions
>She has an iron gut that needs enough alcohol to kill an elephant to get properly drunk
>By this late night point, she's had several times that
>The couch back is now horizontal thanks to the way she is laying on it, 1 titanic hip holding it down while the other hangs hard off the edge, shoving the coffee table off a good ways
>Her stomach is more akin to a very large bean-bag chair than a gut
>It aprons over her bikini bottom, which is soaked clean through in moo juice
>Her stomach has also risen up a good ways, seemingly trying to compete with her tits, but falling a bit short
>Nestled against the upper rim of her engorged stomach, Moo gently cradles you
>You are like a small child betwixt his momma's bosom tonight, nestling your head into her neck, uncaring of the fountain of milk flowing from her twin peaks and pooling all over the damn place, slurping up bits of it as it flows past
>She's got a perpetually happy, blushing face and is just enjoying herself and you despite her fingers laden in grease, one hunting through the last few boxes for any leftover pizza
>There are crumbs everywhere
>She's normally not much of a slob, but tonight is an exception to the rule
>Moo~~
>As you bite onto a nipple, suckling from a torrent of milk,
>Moo!!