Hazy Smoke Hangs In The Air Of The Cramped Basement Suite. Water Gurgles In The Stained Glass Tube As

Hazy smoke hangs in the air of the cramped basement suite. Water gurgles in the stained glass tube as the girl puts a lighter to the bowl. The man sits on the couch and watches her exhale a giant cloud. Tiny coughs follow her eighth bong hit that hour. He’s been counting. Dazed, she puts the glassware on the coffee table and stares at the anime playing on the TV.

“So, do you go on a lot of tinder dates?” He makes another desperate attempt at conversation. “uhm, not really….” The girl mumbles back. Waiting for her to elaborate, the man stares at her. She’s pretty, but swimming in an oversized hoodie and sweats. Disheveled, the lady sinks into the worn cushions. “What’s the worst date you’ve ever been on?” He watches her face. She watches anime. “uhh, I don’t know…”

“So far this is above average.” The man wishes he was being sarcastic. “yeah…” She starts to fill the bowl again. “…do you want a hit…?” Her first question. The third time she’s asked it. “No, but thank you, you’re a very gracious host. Like I said last time: I don’t smoke, but I really appreciate the offer.” The man’s voice drips with false charm. “yeah…” Her lighter clicks, her ninth cloud of smoke drifts out of her lungs.

He scrolls through his phone. The girl slowly slumps over, reclining on the couch. When the episode ends, the man glances over at her. Expecting her to be asleep, he finds her eyes half open. His host’s hand is down the front of her sweatpants, slowly rubbing. “Are you… masturbating…?” She blinks slowly. “…huh…?”

They watch the intro to the next episode. “Do you like this show?” The girl keeps rubbing. “…yeah…” He nods. “Do you want me to fuck you?” She stares at the TV. “…yeah…” The man unzips his and kneels on the couch. Slowly grabbing onto the waistband of her pants, he pulls them down and off. The girl keeps absent-mindedly rubbing at her pussy.

Her fuzzy cunt peeks through her legs. Lying on her back, she lazily spreads herself open. The girl’s red eyes glance up at him as he rubs his cock against her hole. The man looks at his date, and she returns her attention to the show. His head is slippery after only a few seconds of rubbing. Dropping his hips, the man buries his cock in the girl.

Fucking her stoned pussy, he runs his hands over her body. Lifting the girl’s baggy hoodie, the man finds her cute, perky tits. He admires her body and gropes her freely. “You’re a real pillow princess, you know that?” The girl looks down at her naked body and returns her fingers to her clit. “…what…?” Ignoring the question, he fucks her harder. She gives a weak moan.

“…you’re pretty big… >.<” The man lifts up her hips and uses her like a doll. “You can handle it.” She turns her head to the side. Watching TV, rubbing her clit, taking cock. He tries to push himself deeper with each thrust. The small girl can’t quite fit him but doesn’t whine. Letting her ass drop back onto the couch he spits on her hole for more lube.

Taking a short break, she sits upright. Her bong is filled again. The man watches patiently as she inhales the white smoke. Clearing her lungs with a few coughs, the girl flops back onto the pillows. She gives him an awkward smile and rolls onto her stomach. Silently, he straddle her ass and works his cock back into her pussy.

The man takes his time, fucking her slowly. Almost an hour has passed when he finally cums inside the limp girl. His cum sticks to her short pubic hair as he zips up his pants and puts on his jacket. The girl puts more flower in her vase. “…are you going to come over again…?” He considers it. “Honestly - probably, yeah.” She has a meek smile on her pretty face as she puts the flame to the bowl. “ookay… I’d like that…”