Emily

As John pulled away from Rachel smoke flowed out from her pouted lips, her eyes slightly glazed. He gave her tit a long squeeze, feeling the effects of the weed. The euphoric feeling was enhanced by Michelle's face as his seat. He finally let go after what could have been hours or seconds and turned to the last girl, and what a glorious sight she was.

Emily had taken off her white furry bra, revealing perfect tanned globes with pink pointed nipples and round areolas. On each pert breast she had racked a line of coke, ready for John's use. Her slender face was complemented by high round cheeks and light grey eyes. Her natural blonde hair flowed behind her in a ponytail, with platinum highlighted bangs framing her face. Her shiny chrome leggings hugged her round ass and revealed the mound of her sweet pussy through a slit in the fabric. Her tightly wrapped legs looked delicious in nothing but bright pink sneakers. John couldn't wait to wrap those legs around him.

John slowly bent down to her, looking her in the eyes as he kissed her full pink lips. She pushed her tongue out, wanting to taste him, have him inside her. He eventually pulled away from their delicious makeout and lowered himself to reach her tits.

John snorted each line quickly with the straw she held for him, savouring the power trip these girls were giving him, making them serve him and give themselves to him. The lines hit him in a rush, waking him right the fuck up. He grabbed Emily by the hair and **** her mouth to his, resuming their dance of tongues.

John really wanted to fuck right now. His dick hadn't received any action for at least 10 minutes now, so where should he stick it? In this trio, other girls around him? Hell, it was his world, he could have any girl he wanted in an instant.