Weasel your way into her bell-bottoms

You and Dahlia start making out on her living room couch. It’s pretty sweet at first, Dahlia might be a bit of a hippie slut, but she’s just met you for the first time and there’s that conquest of unknown and tenderness as she leans in for you to kiss her, the stitch of recoil when you touch her breasts through her shirt for the first time. Breaking in a new girl is almost always like this when they’re as fuckable as Dahlia," and anywhere close to halfway decent.

"You taste so good," you keep the pressure up on Dahlia. You want her to be Cool with you even as she starts to lose control to the spiked acid, which will kick in more in the more over the next half hour plus. "You’re such a good kisser. Mnn." You devour her face.

"Haha," Delia breaks a smile and goes a little more slack in your hands. You control the kiss, pushing the brunette's lips apart with your own and probing into her mouth with an aggressive hungry kiss, sticking your tongue in her mouth and flicking her own aside submissively. Dahlia dutifully lets you make out with her before it dawns on you that you don’t want too much contact with her tongue, not while the OD LSD is still an active agent on there.

When you break the kiss, a string of drool links your lips and the college hippie's, falling into a loose strand down her chin as she stares at you with a slow, unblinking gaze. "What’ssup?" Dahlia's voice belies her mental slack, she’s slipping in her mental acuity. Or she could just be a slut getting horned up from being won by a new guy...

You generate up a quick excuse to end the make-out session. "I- I wanna kiss you down... there a little bit..." You run your hands down into Dahlia‘s lap, and she squirms away at first, but you grab her by the pussy anyway. Dahlia lets out a sharp squeal, tho her eyes flutter closed and she doesn’t really fight you as you pet her sex through the material of her weed-leaf cotton undies. "I bet you’ve got a nice little slit down there, don’t you want me to kiss it?"

"I don’t… I mean…" Delia fumbles with her words, eyes blinking open stupidly but not squeezing her legs closed or insisting that you stop. That’s as good as an invitation as it gets with wasted **** sluts.

"Shh, shhh," you shush Dahlia with your other hand tracing the features of her face, brushing the brown hair off her shoulder and stimulating a different part of her body while your thumb and forefinger continue to tease her pussy through her bottoms. "You deserve this, you do. Just for a few minutes. Relax, you can trust me."

"I don’t… I mean, fuck. I guess… " Dahlia's words trail off, this acid must be insanely powerful to be hitting her so hard so quickly. The stoner sweetie's hands fall away from your flesh, propping herself up on the sofa as she looks at you through half-witted eyes. Dahlia makes a sound that’s close to 'uhuh', and you shimmy down between her legs with a cunning smile, shimmying her bottoms off her curvy hips as you bring your face down towards her crotch and reveal Dahlia's: naked thighs and well trimmed pussy for your devouring.

"Nice," you huff your breath onto her sex, you prefer fully shaven but Dahlia keeps her Cunt well trimmed, at least for a hippie girl. You give soft light kisses on her pubic mound, reassuring Dahlia as you get to third base with her. "Wow you’re so beautiful down here, too. What a nice, little slit." You peep out your tongue to give her sex a lick. Dalia mumbles something and squirms, pushing her lower body out onto your jaw and giving you better access to eat her most intimate treasure out.