[ It's Billy's turn next and he nearly blacks out when the familiar taste hits his mouth, familiar weight fills up his lungs. He's full to bursting immediately and he holds it in, holds it in until he's sure it's going to hit his bloodstream like a train, and then slowly, so slowly, lets it spill out from his nose.
He likes Quentin's cigarettes. Likes the calm, the horny, but weed.
The last bit curls out over his lip like a long-lost lover when his eyes narrow over Jem's shoulder. He wasn't listening. ] What?
[ Something, something fucking, something, something shotgunning. He presses the joint back to her mouth as his hand runs down Jem's stomach, hand curling between her thighs, palm sliding against her mound and fingers against her folds. She's wet, she'll be a lot wetter soon, and he thinks she can take him just fine as is. That she'll love it.
His fingers are wet with her slick when his arm wraps around her so he can grip into the meat of her ass. His fingers sweep the slick over her hole as he takes hold of his dick with his other hand and guides the head to her cunt. ]
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He likes Quentin's cigarettes. Likes the calm, the horny, but weed.
The last bit curls out over his lip like a long-lost lover when his eyes narrow over Jem's shoulder. He wasn't listening. ] What?
[ Something, something fucking, something, something shotgunning. He presses the joint back to her mouth as his hand runs down Jem's stomach, hand curling between her thighs, palm sliding against her mound and fingers against her folds. She's wet, she'll be a lot wetter soon, and he thinks she can take him just fine as is. That she'll love it.
His fingers are wet with her slick when his arm wraps around her so he can grip into the meat of her ass. His fingers sweep the slick over her hole as he takes hold of his dick with his other hand and guides the head to her cunt. ]