Magical Sex Potion - Chapter 128 She Didn'st Care

Fuck him, Abigail thought. Why settle for one cock when you can have three? But the thought didn’t ease the pain of knowing she couldn’t have Melvin. She still loved him. But why? Why love a man who would let this happen to her and feel nothing but indifference?

Then the cock in her mouth was gone and was replaced by another a moment later. Joey Dangerfield moaned as he pushed his erection down her throat, and Abigail had to keep herself from choking. He pushed further, his cock touching the back of her throat, and she couldn’t help it. She coughed him out with a slobbery gag.

“Fuck!” one of the large men cried, the one she was jerking off with her hand, and his cock began to spasm in her grip. Abigail’s other hand began to work more furiously in her jeans, tickling her clit with her thumb, pumping three fingers into her pussy, and Abigail had never felt more closer to orgasm than she did as the first splatter of jism splashed against her cheek. Her own moisture was seeping through her fingers and drenching her expensive underwear with her juices.

The amount of cum the man spent was impressive. A white jet spurted into her black hair and clung like a wad of rubbery snot, and another drizzled across her nose and ran to her upper lip. She pressed her lips together, not wanting to lick any of it up… yet. Her forehead felt sticky and plastered with the stuff.

Abigail didn’t care, lost in her own world of pleasure. Is this what she had always wanted? After all the years of owning men and breaking them down, using her feminine wiles to bring them to her knees and crush their manhood… would this act of humiliation bring her to the climax she didn’t believe was possible?

Just when she thought the onslaught from the first man was over, his balls emptied onto her exquisite features, the other large man’s cock shot an unexpected load nearly into her left eye. Abigail blinked and forced her eye shut, feeling the slimy goo spill over her eyelid and stick to her lashes. The force of the second man’s climax was even more powerful than the first. She felt showered in cum; it ran over her chin and slid down her neck in creamy, white rivers.