Praising you for every hit so you smoke yourself braindead.
“There’s my good girl, keep going.”
“You’re too high? No baby, you’re just overheating. Let’s take these clothes off.”
“Shh, it’s okay. You’re so beautiful like this.”
“You’re dizzy? Lay down, sweetheart. Let me take care of you.”
“Don’t worry about what my hands are doing. You want a body high don’t you?”
“‘Atta girl, hit it again.”
















