Munch that carpet

"What a nice little slit," you repeat smoothly, and take a deep breath before you go to town on this soon to be mindfucked hippie slut.

You eat dahlias pussy like it’s the Last Supper and your name's Judas Iscariot. Honestly, munching on a young 20-something-year-old's freshly showered va-jay-jay isn’t how you spend most of your Friday nights, but you know what you’re doing and go to work to keep Dalia in a positive mindset while the overdose acid begins to eat away at her brain.

"Oh shit, watch the clit, boy." Delia apparently isn’t into direct clitoral stimulation, at least not what you just tried. So, you roll your tongue around the perimeter of her pretty little pussy lips instead, soaking the brunette hippie's sex with your spit, leaving her Clit alone except for light, little kisses and the softest brush of your lips. "Oh yeah oh fuck," Dahlia pants, biting her lips. "Fuck yeah, you and I can do this anytime~"

But it’s gonna be the last time, and you’re gonna need to take a break from cunnilingus because, after 20 or 30 minutes of eating Dahlia out, your mouth is pretty sore. It’s not even the taste, this hippie must’ve just showered: you slurp and munch on a soapy aroma that becomes more and more overtaken by the telltale fragrance of tripping pussy juices. You, the weed smoke, and all that bad acid have Dahlia dripping like a faucet.

"Damn, you really like treating a girl to lunch." Dalia jokes with you, impressed by your oral stamina, and you return the banter.

"If you put this on the menu? I’m eating it every day. This nice little slit…"

But as the pussy eating continues, Dahlia enters a Headspace that is neither pleasurable nor stimulating. You can feel it just through the thrumming connection with her co-ed cunt. Dahlia starts squirming and jerking away with aversion at the slightest stimulation directly to the clitoris. Her breathing becomes erratic, and she starts squirming on her living room couch, at first from pleasure, but soon from mental discomfort.

"I don’t.... Oof... I mean... Damn, this shit is strong!"

"Relax girl, see where it takes you." You encourage Dahlia and take a break for a moment. You don’t want her spitting out the acid tab before it gets to mental breakdown ingestion levels. "Just lean back and enjoy, I can’t get enough of this tight little-"

"Are you sure it’s not too much? The L, I mean? Like, you’re not feeling, like…" Dahlia is certainly uncomfortable, her droopy bloodshot eyes tinged with panic. "Like, we took the same stuff, right? Like, it’s- it’s- it’s- it’s..."

"Oh yeah, it’s intense at first, just ride it out for me, ride that sweet pussy on my tongue, girl."

You really put the smooth talk on heavy, and you earn almost another 10 minutes of eating Dahlia‘s pussy out before she literally can’t stand any oral action to her sex. You even imagine her vital brain fluids literally leaking out of her pussy while the **** take affect.

"I- just, hang on..." At around the 45 minute mark, Dahlia is pleading for you to give her pussy a break, she just can’t handle the bad acid and all the physical sensations at the same time. You adjust. "No, please. Please, I- I’m- Wait. Wait, I’m like, like, really tripping hard here. We, I mean I- Can... Just- just please, just a second..."

You’re soaked in her pussy juices as the brunette bombshell writhes away from you, struggling with her balance and throwing her legs off the Couch. Dahlia is stumbling with her panties down around to her hippy festival anklets.

She falls back down into a seated position on the couch when you notice it:

"Hey, wait, did you, like, spit out your acid?" You ask.

"Huhhh?" Dahlia's head lilts from side to side, and she tries to stand up again. But her dumb-struck mouth hangs open just enough for you to see there's no LSD there anymore, and then Dahlia says. "Yeah, yeah. Spit it. Too strong."