[𝚁𝙴𝙳𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝙳]

a woman in a cape and boots is walking through the rain . ALT: a woman in a cape and boots is walking through the rain .

𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐧
𝐀𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐮𝐬

𝙳𝙴𝙼𝙾𝙽 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙻𝚄𝚂𝚃

𝘖𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘯.

Willow bucked and whined. Face smushed against the desk, hips raised as best they could be. Tight, and gripping, and stretched, and wet- feeling the globs of spit fall and splat against her crack- makeshift lube at least.

"D-Daddy!"

She barked. Glancing back over her shoulder - hitting her stride.

Willow resisted. Tight. Cunt drooling into her pulled aside panties- being gouged out with a little spit and a whole lot of girlcock.

"F-Fuckin- SHIT!"

Nails embedding in the wood, scratching, back arching, inches flooding her guts.

Willow wasn't thinking clearly, struggling through the fog of her last hit, before she felt the slap of a fat, Colombian dick against her gaping, slick asshole.

Faceplanting the desk, face half-white whilst she was stuffed full.

"Umph!!"

...

let me please you.

No.

Nothing.

. . ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ʙɪᴛᴄʜᴇs ʟᴏᴠᴇ 𝐒𝐎𝐒𝐀 .
— 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘨-𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘥.
— 𝘭𝘦𝘸𝘥, 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥.
#𝐑ᴀᴠᴇɴ𝐇ᴇx

...

"O-Oh my god..."

Enjoying herself far too much, sloppy, wet hole winking at Allie the more she groped, and lapped.

She'd been kissed harder down there than she ever had on her lips.

willow yelped, hips banging off the desk. Eyes rolling and jaw clenching now Allie ate her out.

she was a junkie- utterly dependant on her dealer's good will, hoping she could sate her just by standing there and taking it-

"F-Fucking- M-Mph-..."

Squirming, queuing up another line to snort.

Hissing as she was exposed, balancing her upper half on her elbows- she'd reel from her high. Allie's hands kneading- and tongue dragging up perky, plump cheeks.

"Pervert..."

Gritting her teeth. She could endure this- if for another hit.

Willow yelped. Pert little ass stuffed into black cargos- she mewled, head buzzing- feeling Allie's voice rattle in her brain.

"Spoil myself? Generous..."

She'd present a little nicer, back arching, snatching a finger-full of coke to line her gums with.

she'd do as she was told.

feeling like a junkie- clambering to the side of Allie's desk and bending over the surface.

losing the air of mystique and disipline- she snorted one of those neat lines.

Head rocking back.

"Fuck!"

Willow had taken residence near the door, a skinny shadowy shape that seemed only good for lurking - she was drawn in by the sight of drugs piled high on the table, and began closing in.

She neared the desk, tempted. Eyes darting between the powder and the seller.

Six months?

...

how much do I get?

you've got the wrong girl if you think i'm going to degrade myself for some extra dope...

fine.

what do you want?

what's wrong with the deal we have?

don't i pay you enough?

a whole week?

how much?

am i prettier now?

Easy to pick out.

// replies tonight, sorry cuties

Fit check.

Pig.

gross.

stop texting girls half your age.

woof.

woof.

Not sure you're supposed to say.

Woof.

Far too on edge.

Hopefully her phone rings soon, she has a great view of the target.