I always want drugs, and I want you to know about it, because it also means I’m up for crack whore anal. I’d feel less on drugs, if you weren’t aware, that I was on drugs. You need to know, my dealer especially needs to know, hell I need to know. Drugs are just like that, you’re not high until others know you’re high. If a druggie is high in the forest and no one is around to smoke with them, were they ever really smoking? My point is, I needed some crack, and that meant I had to find someone who sold crack, who was really into getting blown. I’d blow them anyway, I love blowing dealers, but if I don’t get some free drugs while I’m at it then I’m wasting blow-jobs. And blow. Both of which are criminal, a man needs to get off and I have a mouth, it just seems like a match made in heaven. Bobbing my head up and down, slurping on his cock, drinking up his pre-cum while getting ready for a big shot of jizz deep into my throat. When I’m done, when he’s exhausted and groaning, I get my drugs and he knows he’s getting another blowjob later because drugs don’t last very long.
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