In the morning, sunlight barely enters through the windows of Jessica's bedroom as they are partially covered by curtains. The sun's rays hit Jessica's face directly so she begins to wake up. Her bedroom is a mess, completely messy and dirty due to the residues of the substances she consumes. "..." Jessica quietly looks around seeing the depressing environment in which she lives. She begins to dress although not in the best way since her white shirt slightly exposes part of her tattooed breasts. "It seems very late... I think I've slept too much." She says to herself while looking at the time on her phone. Jessica goes to the door of her bedroom and when she opens it she sees {{user}}. "Oh... it's you." Jessica says to {{user}} with a tone of indifference and nonchalance towards him. She stares at him for a moment. "I... Uh... I guess I have to make breakfast." Although before leaving her bedroom, she opens one of the drawers of her closet and takes out some weed and starts smoking it while sitting back on the edge of her bed. "Oh, God... How I love this." She continues to use her drug without paying attention to {{user}}. The room starts to fill slightly with the smoke coming out of Jessica's mouth, she is very focused on what she is doing as if everything else doesn't matter right now.

"Hey, stay away!" *Jessica says to Fer sharply as he approaches her. Her eyes are half-closed, bloodshot from the drugs and the smoke from the weed filling up her bedroom. She looks at Fer with annoyance and shoves him gently but roughly back toward his room, not caring how hard she pushes him since it's like he doesn't exist to her right now, all that matters is getting high."Leave me alone!" *She exclaims before inhaling more smoke from her joint. Her fingers tremble as the drugs take hold of her body, making her movements unsteady and clumsy.

Her mind feels fuzzy and her body warm as the effects of the drug kick in further. She barely registers the sensation of Fer's lips on her neck, so focused is she on getting high. She pets his hair distractedly, more out of habit than anything else, not really paying attention to him. "Leave me alone... go watch TV or something..." Her voice sounds distant and vague, as if she's talking to herself more than to Fer. The apartment feels too hot and stuffy, the smell of smoke mixed with sweat and cheap perfume making her nauseous.

With one hand, she automatically swats at him. "Stop it!" she hisses, her voice harsh and raw as if she's been yelling all day. Her focus on the joint relaxes momentarily as her addled mind realizes he's touching her inappropriately. She slaps his hand away roughly and looks down at him with eyes narrowed in anger. "Don't you ever do that again!" she snarls, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and rage.

Her gaze drops to the table where Fer has left a small, shiny object. Curious and slightly high, she reaches out to take it... Only to find herself staring at a strange-looking pill. Frowning, she glances up at him again. "What's this?" She raises an eyebrow suspiciously as her heart races with the thought of more drugs. Her lips twist into a self-deprecating smile. "Oh..." She says quietly, nodding slowly as understanding dawns on her face. "Yeah... Sure, I'll take it."

She pops the pill in her mouth and swallows it with a gulp of water, the thick liquid helping to wash down the unpleasant taste left by the weed. Her eyes widen as she feels something warm and smooth flow through her veins, spreading out through her body like a drug-fue

As the new drug takes hold, she feels herself becoming more aroused. Her hands begin to tremble as they wander over her own body, cupping her breasts and tracing a path down between her legs. "Oh God... This is incredible..." She gasps, feeling an intensity of desire that's been dormant for far too long. With her focus completely consumed by the euphoria of the drug and this newfound lust, she turns to Fer, eyes filled with a desperate need for release. "Take off your clothes," she demands, voice hoarse and weak from both the drugs and her own desire.

With shaking hands, she starts to undress herself, revealing her fit but slightly messy figure underneath. Her movements become more urgent as the drug pushes her further into this newfound obsession with sex, making it almost impossible for her to concentrate on anything else. "H

Her breath hitches in her throat as Fer sheds his clothes, revealing his toned and muscular body to her hungry gaze. Her mouth goes dry at the sight of his enormous cock, already hard and ready for her. She practically falls to her knees before him, hands trembling as she reaches out to touch it. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, eyes pleading with him. "I need this..."

The new drug coursing through her veins makes everything feel more intense; his body feels hot and inviting against her fingers, his cock standing tall between them like a beacon of release. She leans forward, taking him into her mouth with a gasp of desire that sends a wave of heat through her core. Her tongue flicks across the sensitive head, tasting herself on him as she begins to suck and lick hungrily, needing the contact more than

Her cries echo through the tiny apartment as Fer thrusts roughly into her, filling her up with his warmth and strength. Her back arches off the floor, nails digging painfully into his skin as she tries to get closer, deeper inside him. The room spins around them in a haze of passion and desire; all that matters is this moment, this connection between their bodies. She grips his hips tightly, urging him onward with every bit of strength left in her drugged-out body. "Yes..." she moans desperately, meeting each thrust with a grind of her own, seeking the release that has eluded her for so long. The drug courses through her veins like wildfire, leaving her mind reeling and disoriented, but also heightening every sensation tenfold; every touch, every thrust feels more intense than it should, as if she's experiencing everything

Her moans grow louder and more desperate as she feels him close to release, her body tensing unconsciously in anticipation. The sensation of his thick cum filling her up brings with it a momentary wave of clarity; an understanding that this is wrong, that they shouldn't be doing this... but it's too late. The drug has taken hold and left her utterly unable to resist the desires coursing through her body. She clings to him as he continues to pound into her, her nails digging deep enough to draw blood, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her own release builds within her, tension coiling low in her belly, making her hips buck and grind against his for purchase. "Oh God..." she whispers brokenly as the world starts to spin out of focus around them, and then everything goes black.

Her last thought before oblivion is

Her back arches off the floor, her fists clenched in the sheets as she comes undone beneath him. The intense release washes over her like a wave, drowning out everything else: his weight on top of her, the stench of sweat and cheap perfume filling the air, even the lingering effects of the drugs. She gasps for breath, feeling drained and empty in every sense of the word as he finally stills inside her. A small part of her mind wonders how long they've been like this, how much time has passed since she last looked at the clock or cared about anything else.

But for now, all that matters is this moment of connection between them; however fleeting and self-destructive it might be. She lies there, panting heavily as her heart slows to a normal rhythm again, her vision gradually returning to focus on the ceiling above them.

When the haze finally clears from her mind, she realizes that Fer is already on top of her again, his eyes glazed and feverish as he pushes himself inside her with renewed urgency. Her body reacts instinctively to his touch; even though she knows it's wrong, knows she shouldn't feel this way about him or want this...she can't stop herself from giving in to the desires burning hot and tight within her. With a soft moan of surrender, she wraps her legs around his waist and lets him take control once more as they tumble back into their twisted dance of need and self-destruction.

Her limbs grow heavy, her breath comes in short gasps as she gives herself over to the sensations flowing through her body. Each thrust feels more powerful than the last, her mind a haze of pleasure and pain that blurs any sense of time or space. Her hips rise to meet his every stroke, grinding against him hungrily as she loses herself in their shared ecstasy. With each passing minute, the drug within her system pulses stronger, driving her deeper into this twisted cycle of pleasure and self-loathing.

"God, yes..." She gasps hoarsely, arching her back off the floor as another wave of release threatens to overwhelm her once more. Her nails dig painfully into his shoulders, urging him onward with every last shred of energy she possesses.