On our last encounter before she finally flew home, I took another full dose of the magic blue V pill. With a guaranteed stiff weapon we were up most of the night just full on hard fucking with the occasional short doze in between each session. For these brief respites I just slept with my hard cock up her.
As the night progressed with further grapples of lust between us her tight love hole had become more and more slippery and moist . This was to the point where I dec*nted her once to go down to the bathroom to find my tool was covered from head to root in thick white goo . She had definitely become super lubed, the question being was she oiled from the hot jets of my weapon or equally likely via the multi orgasms my magic had worked on her body to produce her own secretions?
I think this was the latter as the white slime was sweet like fanny batter, but never had I seen it in such vast quantities.
J18 who regularly produced a tea spoon per session had never fully coated and enrobbed my cock with her own love yoghurt. This goo was also pleasant to smell rather than the foul stench of the persistently wet slot of
R22.
Whichever way the copious quantity of love juices had been generated to coat my tool, it had taken its toll on her now frail body as she was sleeping on my return form the bathroom. Luckily thanks to the earlier lubrication I was able to slip back inside her tight channel in a way normally only possible with the loose and sloppy furrow of
J18 to whom I would regularly enter unnoticed as she slept. It should be noted that by prior agreement this current sweetheart was willing , receptive and wished to succumb to the ravid lustful hunger of my chemically fueled iron rod. On and off for the remainder of our last night of loveless fucking the bedroom rocked. During one melee she wakes only when her body goes into multi orgasms which she later says is a great new experience.
As we woke for the final time to the sound of the alarm, she moaned the pleasant clique that she
"was dehydrated" and that
"All the moisture had migrated south".
It was dark outside and so I switched the lamp on which then revealed that i had risen back to my mighty full height (or "giant mode" as she called it). Previous nights she had been lightening quick to impale her softest delicate areas on my bayonet so that she would wiggle and moan until satisfied with pleasure. However this morning on what was to be our last encounter she grabbed low on the shaft and with my helmet close to her rosy red lips said told me that
"this is purely for selfish reasons".
She would not let go of my giant 8" pink oboe. The rhythmic dipping of her mouth on its head was complemented by the conductor like precise strokes of her hand motion to the shaft. She would play this tune until the rising crescendo when her unquneching thirst was finally satisfied.
I was a humble member picked from the audience and shamelessly used to replenishing her dry throat.
We quickly dressed and grabbed a coffee for the challenges that now lay ahead for us.
She would have to do the walk of shame onto her base for a urgent shower that
"would wash the smell of sex" from her. Then travelling across the Atlantic with the fun of walking through customs
"like a sore saddled cowgal"
I would have to strip the bed and wash the spunk stained linen. I also had to thrown open the windows and shower in an effort to remove the glowing halo of lust that oozed from me as a result of the beastly passion of the previous night. I was to then try to sleep and recharge in time to meet
S23 that night for what would be a disappointing performance of complaining about how disgusting cum.
Sadly
R24 is still half a world away and I was back in the realm of the very vocal cum complainer.