Toby fucking you and forcing you to finish the joint … walk with me here
OH MR FUCKING GOD IM WALKIN!!!! TRIPPING AND STUMBLING BUT IM WALKIN!!!
slow lazy thrusts that have you whining and squirming, leaning down to press the joint to your glossy lips as he grinds into you. watching, all too pleased, as he watches how you struggle - how you can barely even take a puff because your lips are quivering so badly.
not letting you finish until you smoke it down to the filter, watching your eyes go hazier and hazier, feeling how you just get wetter and wetter
and then you’re squirming, telling him that you’ve had enough - but not to him you haven’t. so he takes the last hit, only to lean down and press his lips to yours, breathing it into your lungs













