Beth texted her drug dealer, asking him to come over. Her Boyfriend Aaron had been yawning for the better part of 20mins. She knew he would go to bed soon, but she really needed some weed.
Aaron stood up, stretching, "I think I'm going to turn in." He hugged and kissed his girlfriend then head upstairs to bed. Exhausted from the 12 hour days he'd been working all week.
Beth took out her phone texting Ron. *wya*. She was so eager, she wanted to try that new weed he bragged about.
*turning down your street now chica, be patient*
Beth got all her paraphernalia ready and sat back on her couch. She heard the knock on the door, and beckoned him to enter.
Ron entered the quaint living room, with only a few seats. Beth jumped up, causing her D cup tits to bounce around. She hugged Ron in a playful manner, rubbing all over him. "Oh thank God Ron, I'm so desperate."
He was forced to sit next to Beth as the dog occupied the other seat. The love seat was barely big enough for 2, causing them to be squeezed together.
"Oh don't be so dramatic this weed ain't dope." He pulled out the bag of weed exchanging it for the money Beth handed him. Beth reached a little far, slowly rubbing his dark brown hand. He looked up at her, seeing her bright beaming smile. He hesitantly smiled back not understanding her game.
Beth leaned forward breaking up the weed. Ron had the perfect view down her scrub shirt at her large melons. Her pink bra holding them up nicely for him to see.
She suddenly sat up, "ugh Ron I'm so bad at rolling," patting his leg about mid- thigh, "you should roll it." Leaving her hand there.
Ron leaned forward, adjusting his legs. Beth's hand however didn't move and moved up his leg. His flaccid cock slid under her hand, and he felt her hand squeeze. He smiled over at her, "excuse me?"
Beth played it off at first, then laughed "oh haha, I wondered what that was." She squeezed it, released and squeezed again. "Damn you are packing right there huh?"
He didn't tell her to move it, but didn't encourage her. "Beth you have a boyfriend and you know I have a girlfriend."
Beth smiled a wicked grin, "my boyfriend is passed out, and won't wake up through an earthquake." She stroked his cock, "As for your girlfriend. What she doesn't know won't hurt her." She leaned in trying to kiss his neck.
Ron moved away, avoiding the kiss. "Lets just smoke this joint and I'll head out. Let your boyfriend fuck you." He lit the joint and handed it to Beth.
She never moved her hand away and squeezed his cock again. "But my boyfriend isn't big enough to please me." She hit the joint, "nor has the energy."
Ron took the Joint and hit it. Inspecting the 24 year old white slut throwing herself at him. He checked out her thick thighs stretching her Purple Scrubs, and thinking of her ghetto booty. He smiled over at her, hitting the joint again. He pulled her in, pressing his lips to hers to shotgun her.