indica be having me stuck.
manon b. plug!manon. mary jane usage . fem r. pet names. hickeys. fingering.
you know it, better believe it.
yoo babygirl, got something new for you. you gon like it. i’ll pull up in 10 minutes.
the message caused you to fly out of bed. ten minutes?? ten minutes to get yourself together is no time at all. you ran to the closest, nearly ransacking through everything to find you something to wear.
the thought of seeing manon always set you in a panic. why though? she was only your plug. you met manon through a friend, daniela. you were recommended manon as your plug.
she had the best gas in la, so you decided to hit her up, asking for the strongest thing she had. when you guys met up, it was obvious that you caught manon’s eye.
manon was the biggest flirt. pet names like, “ma” , “pretty” , or “babygirl” constantly left manon’s mouth. the more za you needed from her, the less expensive it became. and the whole city knew how expensive manon’s shit was.
she straight be taxing. the prices are never the same. after a couple of months, manon stopped charging you. all she wanted was to chill with you while you smoking her good shit.
you were now applying just a bit of mascara as you got another text.
i’m outside. come on and get me.
your stomach began to flutter. you left your room, not forgetting to spray some perfume as you made your way to the door. you opened the door, manon was leaned against the porch, with a smug look, eyes glimmering with a faint red.
“looks like you already had you some fun.” you examined, moving to the side to let her in. “i had to make sure it was hitting good for you, pretty, that’s all.” manon walked in your home, looking around the place like she always does.
“well let me see it.” you urged, turning and following her to the couch. “that’s not how you ask for things, babygirl” manon grabbed the blunt that nested on her ear. “but ima give it to you anyway because you’re pretty..” manon paused, taking in your scent, “and you smell good.”
“you spray that on for me?” manon teased, a smirk revealing on her face. you blushed, rolling your eyes. “give me the blunt, manon.”manon chuckled, bringing the blunt to your lips, then sparking her lighter.
she watched as you inhaled, she was always attentive to you. she loved when you smoked her shit. “some good shit huh?” manon smirked, watching your glossed lips.
manon hated glossed/wet blunts but when it came to you she was all for it. it was the next best thing to kissing your lips.
for the past months, you and manon have never been physical, never. no hugging, no rubbing, no kissing, none of that. nothing but smoking, talking and flirting.
and with more time spent, the yearning became worse. aching. and manon wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold back. her body was uncontrollably moving closer to you.
“smooth and strong. like me.” manon whispered, now to your neck, breathing in that amber scent that she always loved. but there was something else there that she’s never smelled on you before. it became addicting.
“take this blunt and relax, manon..” you were nervous. its never been like this before and you knew sooner or later it would come. and you were not prepared.
she paused, lifting slightly and took the blunt from your hand, obeying your orders. she put the blunt to her lips, eyes locked to yours. manon took a great pull from the blunt. she blew the smoke out before moving the blunt to the ashtray to out it.
“what if im tired of relaxing?” manon spoke, her red and low orbs eyeing your body as if she was undressing you just by her gaze. “you’re always looking good f’me, smelling good for me.. and you know you do it just for me, yet, you want me to relax? that’s not how you play the game, baby girl.”
manon’s body crept closer to yours, her body radiating its heat onto you, you feeling every emotion of want and desperation seeping through manon’s body. “you can’t keep being unfair and expect me to keep my cool, pretty. after a while, i’m gonna say, fuck it and do what i want to do.” manon’s tone became possessive but controlled. manon was always a gentlewoman, always respectful. always. but you always tested her control and manon was okay with losing it just a little.
your breath hitched as manon’s lips attacked your neck, sucking at your sweet spot as if she’s done this many times before. “manon..” you shivered, as she continued nipping at your neck, her tatted hand moved to the other side of your neck, forming a grip, keeping you in place as she marked your skin.
“feel good?” manon murmured against your skin, her nose pressed against your neck as she inhaled your addictive scent. “i can make you feel even better, if you let me.”
manon was now on her knees, as you were laid out on the couch with your legs spread. manon’s fingers were deep inside of you, fucking you at a greedy pace as you milked her digits. manon watched you melt intently , watching you unfold by just her two fingers. manon’s pussy ached in her sweats as she watched your pussy swallow your fingers. she could only imagine how well you would be taking her strap.
“so perfect, baby girl. so perfect and pretty for me, letting me fuck you numb with only my fingers.” manon’s eyes were dark, full of lust and admiration. “doing a good job taking my fingers, i know you’ll be just as good taking my strap, right pretty?”
is it hot in here or is it just me?? i’m so high in here, been smoking on this weeddd 😉
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