I have this fantasy of you and I smoking on the couch and me getting so stoned I can barely move. There's no way I'd be able to stop you from reaching into my pants to play with my dick and shove your fingers in my cunt. Getting me super worked up but never letting me cum. When you're done playing you take me from behind shoving my head into the seat cushions and fucking me however you want. I'm already dripping wet so it'll be easy to just slip right in and I'm too high to say no. -afab nb
It’s not just that you’re too high to say no; it’s also that, though you can hardly move, you fucked-up little thing, the weed has heightened your senses to the point where just my finger slipping into you to get you wet had you squirming and rolling your eyes back into your cute little head. So, my cock? Absolutely fucking ruins you. Destroys you. Your head shoved into the soft cushions of the couch, your eyes and ears covered up—that sensory deprivation just allows you to better focus on the stretch, the depths inside of you I’m reaching, the brutal rhythm I’ve set to totally fucking take you apart. You’re just coming around me over and over, so helpless I almost pity you.
You’re too high to say no when you feel my whole body slam into you one last time, feel me pulse inside of you and the burning-hot, wet rush of my cum into you, so deep it’s never coming out. But you wouldn’t mean it, anyway. You think I don’t know, can’t feel just what your body needs?
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