Imagine Sitting On Folio's Lap While Taking Hits Of A Joint He Rolled. Imagine Being So Fuzzy Headed,

Imagine sitting on Folio's lap while taking hits of a joint he rolled. Imagine being so fuzzy headed, that you start grinding on his hard on and beg to ride his cock. Whimpering as you lower yourself onto his thick cock stretching you out, the joint making you extra sensitive. So focused on how his cock throbs in you and the feeling of his veins against your walls. Going so slow Folio can no longer handle it and grabbing you by your hips and pounds into you, making you feel even more lightheaded as he fucks you until you're a drooling, moaning mess.

I think I’m the one drooling over this thot 🫠 intox kink go brrr.

CW: intox kink, unprotected sex.

It’s not unusual for you two to get high together, or even to make out while doing so, but God, the moment you feel his hard cock pressed against you through his jeans, you’re practically grinding on him like a cat in heat, just purring and begging for Folio to fuck you.

“Please, baby, please… I need you so bad.”

Your clit is throbbing, and that’s through the fabric of your clothes. You’re not even touching him properly yet, but you’re already so worked up, so needy, and he’s such a fucking tease. Every time you lean in close to kiss or plead, he offers you another hit instead, grinning like the smug bastard he is because he knows you’re right where he wants you.

It doesn’t take much coaxing, soon enough, he’s guiding you down onto his cock, helping you sink onto him inch by inch. You feel everything. Every twitch, every throb, every little shift as your walls flutter and clench around him. You moan, gasp, slowly starting to rock your hips, desperate just to feel him, to feel how deep he fills you, how he stretches you open like he owns you.

“Is this what you needed?” he taunts, giving you one last hit before the joint becomes the last thing on either of your minds. His hips start bucking up beneath you, savouring the way your pussy grips him, inviting him deeper.

It’s slow at first, almost torturous, until you beg him.

“F-fuck me. Really fuck me.”

That’s all it takes. He groans, gripping your hips tight and holding you in place as he begins to pound up into you. The room is filled with moans, wet slaps of skin, and between it all, he’s begging you to kiss him, but when you’re too far gone to even respond, his mouth finds your neck instead, latching onto every tender spot, marking you in pretty bruised shades. A reminder that you belong to him just as much as he belongs to you.