Pandora: beer

 

“Sweetie. Alla beeer ann sun is gonna my hed.  wed benner gow back t' the room before i fffuck yoo ride here on thiss bensh,” Pandora slurred to her boyfreind.

“Allready?,” he asked, not surprised.

“Yah, im horney ann y'know thad mace me zzzrunk,” she responded, giggling.

“Ok, finish your beer and well go,” her boyfriend said. She did just that, leaning her head back so she could get every last drop. Then she strengthened out her leg, and stood, her big breasts jiggling despite her yellow bikini top. 

As she staggered to get rid of the empty bottle, she noticed the cabana had fresh coconut rum and bongs. “Ooh, i wann a coconut rum ann a bong hit orr tree,” she declared. Before you could object, the attendant at already given her both, ans she took a big slurp, followed by a big rip.

The rum and weed quickly assaulted her beer soaked brain. “Ooh, wow.  Sooo. wow. shit thass ssrong,” she slurred, as she staggered about, bobbing like a buoy in a hurricane. Then she spied a bench, and plopped down like a coconut falling to the ground. Her two coconuts under her bikini bounced wildly. Then, she took another slurp of her coconut rum, before taking another hit from the bong. She sat both down. 


This blog contains nudity, adult themes and sexual situations that is intended for mature adults and is pure fantasy. It contains works of fiction and artwork, and does not condone drug use, or unprotected sex - all of which can be harmful in real life. 

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