Hidden Charm: princess haze weed

princess haze weed begins at 3:17 a.m. in a hotel suite. City glow through half-open blinds stripes her restless body. She can’t sleep, so princess haze weed becomes her lullaby. Slow, almost lazy circles over silk panties gradually soak the fabric dark. In princess haze weed, she pushes them aside instead of removing them—impatient, perfect. Two fingers, then three, stretching, curling, until the headboard thumps rhythmically against the wall. When she finally comes in princess haze weed, it’s with a muffled scream into the pillow, whole body shaking so hard the mattress springs sing. Dawn finds her asleep in tangled sheets, panties still twisted to the side—proof that princess haze weed worked better than any sleeping pill.