He gifted me beautiful cannabis-leaf lingerie, scoured my glass piece, packed my bowl, and has now offered himself up as a comfy, warm seat for me to use while I focus on getting rapturously high. As I inhale and hold the smoke, he holds his breath beneath me. As I exhale, he tries to gulp in the oxygen ... looking for clarity and instead finding a haze -- both weed and delirium. With each sip of air, he becomes more enthralled by me than even I am by the weed. I ride his face with my soft bare pussy and ass in a tiny thong. I take my time. It's sensual, sexy, smoky, and the pleasure is all mine.