He was definitely after my young bald pussy. Little did I know it would be the night he finally took it. Thank you, I grinned. Then I attempted to pass him, but he obstructed my path. I continued to smile and try to get past him while saying “excuse me,” but he blocked me again. Then placing his hands on my boobs and gave them a powerful squeeze. Quickly moving to give me a tight hug while placing one hand on my ass and the other pinching my nipple. I was too stunned to speak or move. Noticing how shocked I was he chuckled in my ear mocking my fear. Before, beginning to massage my pussy above my clothing. When I realized something was seriously wrong, I told him to stop tickling me. That I was no longer having any fun with him. He gave me a tight hug, pressing his body against mine. It was impossible for me to escape.
He then began to fondle my breasts and give me yucky french kisses. I could feel the bulge in his pants beginning to form, as he slid his leg further between mine, parting them. Working his way even closer, it was only moments before he realized I didn’t have any panties on under my skirt…









Just by looking at me, most wouldn’t know how into Drugs phone sex I really am. There’s nothing better than lighting up a joint or snorting a line to make my pussy drip. Do you like hearing hot girls do lines? Or hit that pipe a little too hard and end in a moaning whimpering coughing fit? That’s exactly what happens to me when I get fucked up, I get this tingly unsatiable feeling in my pussy that just craves to be used. Then the more drugs and drinking I do, the worse it gets until I finally actually do something about it.







