"No– Yes,"
Eva stammered against my face, barely a few centimeters of distance separated our lips as I blew air onto her lip.
She had already given up the urge to push me away, sitting with thighs pressed together and her hands clenched onto the bedsheet.
Cheeks rosy, breath heavy and her huge breasts jiggling with every breath, Eva looked gorgeous.
My palm that was still on her chin moved, slowly tracing her cheek with my thumb as her breath hitched in response.
I could see that her reddened eyes were losing focus, staring into mine with lust and confusion.
Of course, she was high. And so was I.
For Claire, I kept a side eye on her and she was still into deep meditation. In my opinion, by the time she woke up, she would already be at the AMC stage.
But my approximation could easily be off since now there was no new joint lit up, she wasn't passive smoking anymore and the smoke in her veins could fade out at any moment.
