Make her an offer she can't refuse

You continue to grind the jar into her as you begin walking towards your bowl, fucking into her throat with each step. Tiffany squirms and shakes, making loud moaning noises around you and sending more more of her saliva to the floor as she cums.

You pick up your grinder, but quickly realize you don't have enough hands for this; and you're doing enough grinding as it is. You try to figure out how to hold the jar and the bowl while you keep Tiffany stabilized in a vertical position on the meat embedded in the esophagus.

"Hold real still..." You say, gently putting the open jar between her open legs, using her pussy in front of you as a small table as you take a bud from inside. You crush it between your fingers like an animal, sending wasted pieces everywhere as you stuff it roughly into your empty bowl behind her back.

Tiffany definitely sounds like she is complaining again, though holding still to balance the jar containing her entire stash on her gash. You remember your promise to keep it worth her while as you put the lid back on the jar and putting it down before she ends up really mad at you.

"Hang on a minute, and I'll see if I can get my whole fist inside you, okay?" You say, lifting the bowl to your lips, not wanting to wait any longer. She squirms and shudders at the thought, quickly nodding, shaking her whole body resting on her neck while unable to move her head.

You bend down, moving your head to just above her ass. You hold her and the lighter with one hand and the bowl to your mouth with the other. You light the fire perilously close to her and take your first wonderful hit, putting the still hot, but at least extinguished, lighter against her bare back while you hold your hit for a few seconds, then exhale.

She writes with delight over the hot contact with her skin, you didn't real mean to do it one way or another, but you're glad she's enjoying it. You take another hit of her weed, making the lighter even hotter when you put it back.

By the third hit, she seems ready to orgasm from the lighter, as well as still being in this ridiculous situation, impaled in the air on your cock. You complete the package for her, placing your still smoldering pipe down on your improvised table, putting the hot underside of the bowl directly on her asshole.

Her whole body spasms and shakes, rocking the smoking piece back and forth violently, until it nearly drops to the ground. You catch it, then quickly begin taking another hit around Tiffany's violently shaking leg. That had to satisfy her, right? Just use her as a bowl holder, and she'll be happy as a clam!

"Alright, time to find something to watch," you say, walking towards your TV. Tiffany seems to enjoy the journey, but appears to be whining for more. You did promise to fist the bitch. Sounds sorta fun, but you aren't looking to get off too soon. You hope that energy drink runs through you quickly, you aren't sure you fed her enough for long term.