A dazed hum falls from Chloe, half lidded eyes fluttering over to you in the dreamy haze of her bedroom, a quiet tune playing on the Hi-fi in the back, and she twists in the mattress,

You put her on a feeling that's she's never had before, and ever since then, she's been desperate to get it back, always reaching for that ice blue bong, except, this time, it just so happened you were in her company, after weeks of yearning,

"Yo.." she swats at you a little, and your soft skin, hand pausing for a second, not retracting all the way, because she decides her palm is made for running along your arm instead. She's started something.

"I can't feel my face.." she laughs softly. This is some visionary shit. Chloe has never been so lax before after a session, and she blames it all on you. At least now you've brought back that high. There's no drug around that compares to what she found in you. The pleasure she's tried to feel with her eyes wide shut is here, right in front of her, alive and breathing,

She can't let this go to waste, "..Can i taste?" A soft breath, she wets her lips a little, head tilted slightly closer, inhibitions lowered and body on fire. You numb so much pain, and she wants to keep you in her life, eyes fluttering down to memorise those pretty lips,

She can feel it on her tongue, how you'd taste, how you'd love her so good before she's not able to feel a thing. Fuck her so good and long to the point where she comes back, over and over for the only anaesthetic that's ever able to satiate all the grief she's been through. A pity for those other pretty girls, but not for you, they could never compare to you

Her hand slips into your hand, bong abandoned in favor of your neck instead, lips latching with soft sounds and slow grinds, "Please.."