imagine someone that you think is a friend offering to help you with your aches and pains with a good ol' fashioned massage. they give you some edibles to help you relax a little more. make the massage feel even better. then they begin encouraging you to hit their joint or weed pen to "help the edibles along." and then they gently and subtly encourage you to take another hit. and another hit. and another hit. then the edibles kick in and suddenly you're so high that you can't move. then they start the massage and it feels so good. you don't even realize that you're softly moaning. you've even lost track of where their hands are. well, until a finger or two slips inside of you. "relax, baby," they whisper. "it's all just part of the massage. here, take another hit." and the entire time that they're speaking, their fingers keep pumping a slow and steady rhthym. it feels so good. you take another hit. and another. and next thing you know, you wake up with their cock buried deep inside of you. you try to say something, but between the mounting pleasure and the high, coherent words are almost impossible right now. "sssh, baby," they whisper. "you wanted this. i'm only giving you what you wanted. what you deserve."
