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"I have to make a pit stop first," Demi Lovato whispers in your ear as you are in her car on the way back to her place, gallons of **** in the vehicle as it stops in front of an isolated storefront.

You begin to think that getting to go home with Demi isn't worth the kinds of things that might happen to you in a place like this, but soon she returns with a bundle of what appears to be marijuana.

"Is that weed Demi?" you ask her, shocked only because she seems to be back sliding so quickly.

"Uh-huh, I had to blow the night manager to get it, too," she tells you, sounding serious before cracking and laughing it off after a few seconds.

"I had you going, didn't I John?" she teases you, rubbing your dick as she drives the rest of the way to her place.

"Not really, but I was a little jealous," you admit to her as Demi slides her hand inside your pants and rubs your dick some more as she finishes the drive to her place.

"Aw...don't you worry about that John," she tells you, leaning over the seat and kissing you, "I'm gonna be sucking your dick real soon."