"We all have our addictions baby," he says - stealing my joint out of my hand. "And you just happen to be the most sinful one of all," he finishes before taking a long drag, a mischievous smile on his lips.
He gently massages my thigh as he releases...
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"We all have our addictions baby," he says - stealing my joint out of my hand. "And you just happen to be the most sinful one of all," he finishes before taking a long drag, a mischievous smile on his lips.
He gently massages my thigh as he releases the thick smoke from his mouth, I run my hands up his chest. I place my index finger and thumb along his jawline, applying little pressure to make his mouth open ever so slightly. I take the blunt from his lips with my other hand and move my hand down to his throat, grabbing it gently.
I take a long puff and tighten my grip slightly. As he lets out a low moan, a smirk slides onto my lips. "And don't you forget it," I whisper in his ear, before getting up and walking out the door.
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Kris, a walking mess of addictions with a strong head on her shoulders, found herself coked out running into Harry; a walking mess of addictions with a soft spot for beautiful women. They become best friends, fueling one another's fires, and move to Maine together to start over.
Two flirty narcissists living under the same room always goes well right? Especially when Kris decides to start a fun little game with Harry.
