Change positions, keep using her

You decide to change positions, more for your comfort than your partner's. Hallucinogenic sex isn’t always as pretty as the porno stories make it: there’s so much going on with the lights seemingly flickering, suddenly overpowering wafts of Dahlia's perfume flooding your nostrils, it’s almost hard for you to maintain your sex drive, even with a young slut's pussy unprotected around your dick. You tell Dahlia that you’re going to change positions, lying that it’s for her benefit.

"Hey, let’s switch it up here," you say. "I think looking up would be better for you, c'mon." The brunette is curvy but skinny, however she’s essentially deadweight as she brainlessly doesn’t comply, a simple little victim. "Come on girl, let me look into your eyes while we make love."

"Ugh!" You manhandle Dahlia from doggystyle to onto her back, cork screwing your hips into her as you grasp her hips for leverage, keeping your dick barely sheathed inside her, just your cock head really. You carefully roll her over, and, making sure the tabs of acid don’t pop out of her slut shitter, and, it’s only when you’ve rolled Dahlia onto her back and are content that the mindbreaking overdose LSD is in the cleft of her booty to get absorbed, do you check on Dahlia and look into her face.

Dahlia is crying, and we’re not talking tears of joy. The brunette's hair covers her face a little bit, and she raises her hands to weep into them as you continue to fuck her helpless body, break her disintegrating spirit. After all, she’s literally losing her mind right now, while a relative stranger rearranges her insides with his unprotected cock.

You almost curse Erin as you realize you need to keep fucking this girl on the verge of her breakdown for at least another 20 or 30 minutes.

"Hey, baby, it’s all right..." You slow your hips and try to reassure the brunette hippie. "You wanted this, remember? And you’re so wet. I know it’s a lot, but your pussy is just loving this." Gaslighting your psychologically inept victim, you continue taking slow and weighted thrusts into Dahlia, yet she keeps crying, hiding her face and sobbing into her hands.

"You’re a good girl, it’s going to be OK, I promise."

Man, you are the worst.

Dahlia blubbers something into the palms of her tear-stained hands, but all you can make out are little 'no no no no no' s mixed into whatever she’s also trying to say.

You dutifully pump away, anger and shame making your thrusts harder and more savage. Dahlia moans louder, but her hippie slut pussy constricts and tightens around you in response to your vigor. You don’t wanna look at her, so you close your eyes and imagine Erin‘s blonde countenance, always set in a controlled, icy expression. You imagine Alexis's fake, bouncing tits, masochistic slut babble spewing from her mouth. Morghen‘s long skinny legs… Are you ever going to get to fuck that girl? And of course, Mimi and her exotic oriental features, Lati and her all-natural double D tits, her thick juicy booty.

You fuck Dahlia whilst thinking about other girls, using her just for her conveniently available pussy hole.

You’re not sure how much time you pump this brain cell leaking brunette for, but suddenly missionary isn’t enough. Dahlia's cries are killing your vibe, and, suddenly, as you’re looking at all her nature Flower Child posters and artwork around the room, an idea hits you.