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r, 21 mdni

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Sitting on Pope’s lap while smoking a joint.

Your sweet boy, finally relaxing after a few long weeks. 

You trace your finger along his jaw as he takes a long drag, eyes pouring into yours the whole time.

He lifts his hand up to take the joint out of his mouth to slide it into yours, “slowly, baby”.

Pope shifts his hips underneath yours, his strong hand groping your thigh while the other holds the joint in your mouth. Soft whines fell from your lips, you could feel him everywhere.

“Pretty little girl, you look so beautiful under the moon.” He grins slightly, pulling the joint from your lips and back to his. “Thank you, Andy". You smiled up at him, grinding your hips down onto his clothed cock.

“Careful, kid. You don’t know what you’re doin.” He takes another puff, then holds it out for you. “Need you, Andrew”. The smoke burns your lungs as you inhale, but it matches the heat in between your legs, so it almost feels good.