I lay squatted on the carpet, legs spreadeagled, mouth opened, and my tongue out, staring at him. Luckily there were no signs of the thugs or Tiffany and her friend today, well not at 2:00-3:00 AM anyway. Okxxx Up and down his head went, as I instinctively slowly began to spread my legs apart and placed my thighs on top of his broad shoulders. The thrusting had an intense effect on me, that only Jess could master. They were some sort of black-market concoction of paracetamol, estrogen, and spironolactone. I took a hit, I coughed, as it was strong stuff. I accepted his attempts to devour me.
