The night burns her tongue making her gag but she force down its compliance. The poisen was strong but she wanted to feel the tingling sensation of cuming without a conscience.
Loneliness is one hell of a drug, says the lush to the lust in the mirror. She will never be able to see straight, ironically she thank fucking God for that. Her panties was wet from the first glance, watching tonights harlot cum nearer.
She need something to kill the pain of all that nothing inside. Wanting herself die a little bit, she takes one more hit from her questionable cigarette. She strips out of her skin just for a while. Letting the chaser smooth the ride, to making the night less bumpy of a journey.