A second and a third blast flooded my mouth, my throat working hard to swallow every last, delicious drop. Porn I know I did. “The best part,” Xiu grinned, rolling over, spreading her legs obscenely wide for me. Candy was always setting things in random places, her phone, her tablet, her sunglasses, pens, papers, cups half-filled with liquids, plates, candy-wrappers, blankets, and so many other things. “So you’re not at the fertile part of your cycle,” Candy noted. My hands roamed her supple back, squeezing the muscles as they rippled beneath her skin as she plunged in and out of my cauldron, stirring my passions with her ladle. I would forever look eighteen, and Abigail nineteen.
