Since you put the thot out there, how’s about this:
Chris places the newly rolled blunt between your fingers and smiles at your awestruck face as you let out a shaky breath.
“You good?”
An answer tries to come out but you moan instead, your brain hiccuping as any remaining coherent thoughts get pushed to the back so you can focus on the tattooed drummer nose deep between your thighs. You’re sure Tommy isn’t even on this planet anymore. He’s so lost in how sweet you taste coating his tongue that he doesn’t give a shit what you and Chris are even saying. He’s always like this when he eats you out. He could never get enough.
Chris does the work your arms won’t, his fingers moving the blunt to your lips and settling it between them before he whips out his lighter. The end sparks to life as he hovers close to your ear.
“Don’t be wasteful now. I want you flying when it’s my turn.”
His teeth nibble the shell of your ear sending tickles down your neck. You inhale deeply, indica rolling in waves over your tongue before you exhale and a soft, “Fuck” as Tommy pulls on your clit.
Chris just watches you with a grin, one arm slung over your shoulders while the other dances under your shirt to play with your hardened little buds.
“Happy birthday, gorgeous. We’re gonna take good care of our girl.”
Idk sum like that 🤷🏾♀️
Oh so you out here…
I’m into it what happens next 👀👀
