Magical Sex Potion - Chapter 24 Time For Your Trea

“Gimme, gimme, gimme that Oscar Meyer Wiener, so I can coat it with fuck mustard!” Olivia cried out, her breasts bouncing in Melvin’s face as he took turns sucking on each of them. Fuck mustard?

Olivia was definitely coating him with something, fuck mustard or not. Melvin hadn’t ever imagined that so much fluid could come out of a woman. His wife had barely ever gotten wet enough to be lubricated for him. Olivia Crabapple, his sworn enemy, was so hot and wet that he could barely feel the inside of her; it was like making love to a squishy sponge. This didn’t matter as the situation and Olivia’s enthusiasm kept Melvin more than turned on. Olivia leaned into him and began to nibble on his ear.

“I’m gonna to make you cum so much, we’ll be able to feed small African villages,” she whispered and licked the side of his face. His face glistened with her saliva, and Olivia loved the look of it. Her eyes locked onto his own, wanton passion mirrored in her gaze.

Melvin clenched his eyes shut, trying to keep himself from cumming. He had to build up some stamina, some endurance. He’d read that it took the average woman typically twenty or so minutes before she warmed up to orgasm. His hands grabbed her tight ass, gripping its firmness, and he wondered how many men in the office had fantasized about doing what he was doing to Olivia at this very moment.

“Stick a finger in my ass, plug that shit up, and I’ll cum. Please! I promise I’ll cum,” Olivia begged, her lips still next to Melvin’s ear. Ok, so maybe Crabapple didn’t need all that time to cum. She humped him a little quicker, her breasts pressing against his face, her tongue flickering at his ear lobe, and Melvin slid a hand between the cheeks of her ass, searching for the hole she’d begged him to “plug.”

Finding it, he slid his middle finger into her asshole. Her rectum was hot and tight. Her entire body tensed around him, her pussy milking his cock, gripping it suddenly and forcefully. She no longer felt like a squishy sponge; she now held him in a vise.

“Good boy! Time for your treat!” she said, just loud enough for him to hear, and then bucked hard twice and screamed. Her yell was primal and thunderous and right in Melvin’s ear. He found that he didn’t care as her pussy began to squirt creamy wet goo over his throbbing cock. The force of her female ejaculation both amazed and shocked him and managed to force his own orgasm to impending doom, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.