
Hey hon, welcome to the bar! Yeah yeah, what can I get you to drink? Oh, Amara on the rocks with a twist of lucy? Sounds delish! Let me go in the back and get ready, I’ll meet you upstairs in room three, alright?
Twenty minutes later, I come in with a cart carrying an array of party time favors for you and I. The rocks was a certain, and I lit up that crack pipe without a second thought. I’ll roll on the rocks all day and do any fucking thing you say. My bar is a special place where we cater to the taboo and unusual. You’ve just booked a night with a wild druggy whore who will do anything to stay up up up! The only crashing down I want to do is onto your cock.
But you, my sweet, ordered me with a twist of Lucy! LSD is my favorite, even more than methamphetamine. I took that tab, and watched the edges of everything begin to fade. That’s when you grabbed me, and forced me to the floor. You ripped my panties off, and spread my PAWG cheeks. My dirty posey stared back at you, and you lined that sadistic cock up to fill me in one fucking stroke.
Category: Crack whore anal
Amara On The Rocks With a Twist Of…
Hit The Pipe, Hon

Just hit the pipe hon, no one will ever know. Your cock isn’t going to stay hard if you don’t and you and I both know how bad you want to plow me. I even brought my youngest angel along, like you requested. So you aren’t chickening out now. Let my sweet princess choke your cock down her throat. She can’t if you won’t stay hard!
Her tiny lips are pouting. I promised her she could lick your dirty cock; she loves a special Popsicle. Meanwhile my boy will lap up the runny juices of my pussy. I don’t have issues staying hard because I made sure to hit the pipe before we got situated and started. My sweet girl’s cunt is in my hand. I’m playing in her wetness, right where your cock should be.
Do you need to do a line of snow off her lithe little body, baby? We’ll line it up through the slit of her pussy, over her tender belly button and up between her flat tits. Those nipples can get sucked as you sniff your way up. There you go, just needed the smell of that innocent sweetie huh? Sniff as much as you like, and hit the pipe. We’re yours until you stop paying.
Daddy Made Me A Druggy Slut

I remember how I got started being a little slut for Daddy and his big dick friends friends. I was so young! My tiny tits were barely popping in and my sweet innocent nipples were always rock hard pebbles poking tiny mosquito bite bumps into my little tan top. I didn’t even bother with that training bra shit, I just went straight to half cup push ups from Vicky’s hush hush.
I know Victoria’s Secret, and it’s that she doesn’t need a nasty John to feel like the hot whore she is.
Neither do I, but I had my Daddy and his little gang and that was enough for me. When I wouldn’t cooperate, Daddy would just refuse to “give me my medicine!” That’s fucking right, my Daddy had his innocent little princess hooked on crack, meth and coke! The rock rocks my fucking world, ice makes my cunny run and coke numbs my throat so I can get face fucked! It works now, and it worked for me then!
I would do absolutely anything to get that dirty hit, and once I was all fucked up I’d do anything they said. Young girl strip tease? Done! Ride some cock until my legs don’t fucking work? Done. I did everything I was told, and I’m raising my slutkins the same way. It’s never too early to start on the pipe!
Drugged By My Young Sluts

I awoke with stiff joints; my arms were bound above my head and had been for some time. I was naked, and I dangled above the floor; how far I didn’t know due to the blind fold tied tightly over my eyes. My pussy was on fire; I was so ridiculously horny I could barely form words. “Mommy’s awake.” One of my little ones chimed nearby, That caused a chorus of giggles from the rest of them.
“Look, her pussy is crying.” “Not yet it isn’t.” They moved on me, my angels. They’d drugged me, hung me, and had been edging me for hours while I was unconscious. I needed to cum, and I needed to cum now! I couldn’t think about anything else. My sweet ones were giving me a Mother’s Day present I would never forget. Every time they brought me even close, using their sweet fingers and delicate little mouths, one of them would stop and it wasn’t enough to cum. I was circling the drain, begging my own offspring for some relief. “What about all the times you edged us, Mommy?” They asked in tandem. I was sobbing, my cunt oozing honey straight down to the floor in long, gooey strands.
I needed it, so badly. Please, anyone. Just make me cum, please. “You want to cum, Mommy?” My oldest giggled. “Okay.” They were on me, all eight of them. Hands and mouths and fingers. Biting, pinching, sucking, stroking. I was moaning. I was so close. I couldn’t cum!
They removed the blindfold, and my oldest showed me a needle. “Your medicine won’t let you cum, Mommy. You’re going to have to work for it.” They giggled, moving to smother me with their young cunts and cocks.
















