The moment I spotted you I could sense what a beta boy you were. You reek with desperation to be used. In your little fantasy we were hanging out today to smoke together so you brought the finest stuff in an effort to impress me. In my fantasy I just use you for your cash and make you watch me blow it all back in your face. Good thing you perked up when I said that, because I am not passing this back to share it with some pig. I can tell you do nothing but smoke and stroke, and I sense your pecker is SMALL. Maybe I'll let you rub it through your pants while you watch me smoke up all your st... Show more