#pspsps pups

[the-cult-of-cxnt]

*me entering a bodybuilding competition*

Them: And so what division would you like to compete in? Physique, Wellness, Fitness, Bodybuilding?

Me: Um, uh, Chewable?

Them:

[sock-jock-uk]

My kind of recovery fr

Anyone wanna join me? Get so high we can’t talk; well you can’t talk. My stoner ass can out smoke the best of them. But you can’t. I keep sharing though and it would be rude of you not to accept.

‘Take three’

‘That was only two, can’t you count anymore?’

‘You have stingers baby- I know it burns’

Until you can barely move from the weight of your high, limbs heavy, mind soft and only hushed giggles escaping your slacked mouth. So easy for me, to slip my hand between your thighs. No resistance, no protests; you can’t. Regardless of whether you want it to, your dripping cunt outs you for the dumbed out slut you are. The soft whines only confirm it.

‘So desperate for it, why don’t I roll us another?’