Keep it logical, slow

Sure, you could spit on your hand, lube up your rod, and plow this blonde bitch's high school shaven rape pussy until you blow a load in there, but you did that and better last night. Tiffany's not only a skinny, busty petite blonde set of holes, last night with the right motivation and the right amount of drugs, she was an active fuck: the way she leaned into your slaps, clenched upon listening to your slurs, and worked her 18-year-old hips tirelessly around your sex is something you want to repeat.

Hell, what else does a college campus drug dealer live for besides a full day of free access to a spun out, horned up, slut girl?

You play it slow with Tiffany for the better part of half an hour. You let her nod off to a drug-induced micro nap for five minutes, then, when she comes around for a moment you feign concern and get her to shift positions so you can cozy up next to here, Tiffy's long bare legs on the duvon foot rest, you on the couch proper.

With blondie splayed out and her blue eyes blinking sleepily, you shotgun some fast paced sativa cannabis into her mouth until she coughs and wakes up long enough for you to give her a couple of silly jokes.

You force the stoned blonde to crack a smile and lean over to hit the joint that you’ve rolled, and you make sure she’s drinking vitamin water, holding her by her cute, round chin, feeding her tiny sips of the spiked rape date cocktail.

35 minutes after awakening, you’ve got Tiffany on the border of coherent conversation, and she’s eating out of your hand again. Dumb teen fuck meat love men in power, especially men who keep them high and riddle them with cool confidence and false gaslighting praise.

"Yeah, girl, a whole henhouse full of sorority girls and I go home with the hottest one who isn’t even out of high school yet?"

Tiffany blushes and barely hits the OG Kush joint, she takes a deep sip from her vitamin water instead.

"So, *cough* you’re like… seriously like… A drug dealer… right? I mean... not like those weed peddlers at school, like, the real thing?"

"Yeah, baby, but that depends who you’re asking." You coil your hands around Tiffany's naked legs assertively, the cool goosebump-kissed flesh of her inner thighs meeting your invasive touch as you feel her up in the middle of your living room. "I’ve got the goods, but I gave them out to you for nothing... you understand?"

Tiffany kisses you, wet and open mouth. You dash your tongue over her teeth and capture her smaller tongue with a demanding kiss. She melts into you and doesn’t even blink when your hand leaves her inner thigh to brush the ridge of her now exposed, sweet little pussy lips.

"Oh fuck, your'e trouble." Tiffany’s eyes almost roll back, but if it’s from the drug cocktail or pleasure, doesn’t matter to you. "Yeah, that's hot."

You finger bang the little blonde nympho into a full-blown orgasm while her toes curl towards your linoleum floor and her perky D cup titties shake as she clenches an exasperated breath and ecstasy.

"Holy shit, how many times did you make me cum last night?"