Hey Julia,” Oral Sex he called over his shoulder, “you want to smell my knuckles? They smell like,” he eyed me as he took a dramatic whiff, “royalty.” “Oh, fuck you, peasant.” I giggled as Julia laughed from her lounging position, Willowbud chuckling atop her. Brandon gave his lighter a few more frustrated flicks, then offered Julia a needful glance, and the roll ignited in his mouth. He grinned at me through a skunky cloud. “How about that? The first joint project between the Heat Bringer and the Life Giver is literally, well…” he passed boots me the joint, and I took a deep inhale, before hacking out a lung. “Holy (cough) shit!” I sputtered, “What in the (cough) fuck did you…” I trailed off as the warm bliss gained purchase in my mind, and a goofy grin peeled across my face. “It’s my own strain,” Brandon grinned, eyes redder than Julia’s hair, “I’ve been perfecting it for weeks. This, Your Highness, will be my great legacy. Trenok has the Garden Tower, Dawnbark has Arbortus, Rayson has the Walking Oasis, and I have this: Towerhead Chronic.” “Truly, your achievement dwarfs all that came before it,” I said with a wheezy voice as I took another puff, “but why would you name anything after that shithole?” “Why does everyone call it that?” Brandon sighed, shaking his head. “Don’t they see the small-town charm?” “It’s a destitute shithole one drought away from being abandoned.” I countered, passing the joint, “I felt like I was going to be raped or stabbed every time I crossed the one street there was.” “Ah, home sweet home.” Brandon said unironically, cherry burning between his lips. He glanced over his arm of the couch, the edge of which was in line with a vertigo-inducing, five-hundred-foot drop. He didn’t seem to mind, but I was content with staying where I was, away from the precipice. “They don’t even know my name yet,” he mused, looking at the crowd, “but they call for me. 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Pain makes me breathe heavily. “Mmhmmm, I did.” Her voice almost dreamy, ethereal, like she was talking to me from another plane. He peeled off the gown and tossed it in the waste receptacle along with the cum soaked towels. “Our queen was throwing one hell of a party at Castle Thorum, and we’re missing it.” Tiffany lamented. All the beer drinking, all the kissing, all the titty sucking and licking, all the pussy playing, and Sex Movies to top it off, all the pussy sucking. His thick cock slowly pushed deeper into her, stretching her tight hole with each inch. Al said drunkenly, "Wassa difference between a Scotsman and a tranny?"