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[My Art] What the Doctor Ordered (Part 2/?)

Added 2022-08-17 22:56:23 +0000 UTC

Oh... yeah. I'm not hanging out in a classroom that smells like farts. You two have fun. If you need me I'll be smoking in the girl's bathroom. Amber got the gist from the first picture. Can't say I blame her. I'd get away from me if I could today. I stare between my legs at the two emerald eyes poking out. Dull and tired. Haley was losing steam fast. Lightheadedness must've set in. I usually don't keep her this long. Luckily none of the folks that peeked through the little window in the door to watch me gassing her were tattletales. I poke Haley's forehead a few times to make sure she's still alive down there. Her one open eye flashes in a moment of lucidity. "Dang, you're really out of it down there. C'mon where'd all that fight from earlier go?" I lift up to give her a slight reprieve from the onslaught of gas that'd been plaguing me today. She immediately turns away and begins coughing and spitting onto the floor. Nah, she ain't spittin' that taste out. That's gonna take a day or two minimum. "I... I can't think straight. D—dizzy." Haley stares back at me. Well, more like I just happened to be in the place her eyes were looking at the moment. I reposition slightly, slipping my panties aside. They were beginning to feel uncomfortable covered in her saliva. Haley recoils away. Grabbing her by her bangs, I return her head back to its rightful place. "Just pretend it's like the laughing gas they give you at the dentist. I'm just gonna put my butthole over your mouth and you try to count backwards from ten. Okay, champ?" All characters belong to me. Always welcome engagement, fanart, and fanfic!