“Thank you, Mistress. Yes, I’ll try, but I don’t know what to expect.”
“You know I’ll make it worth your while, right?”
“You always have.”
She kissed me on the lips, then giggled again and began kissing and licking my face, removing the copious juices she’d rubbed into me. She reached down and retrieved a smear of my precum, then put that into her mouth, too.
“Magic potion,” she said, her tongue thick with all the saliva, precum, and girl-juice in her mouth, then kissed me again, her tongue thrusting deep into my mouth and all that fluid flowing in. She pulled away and grinned. “Don’t swallow. Does it taste good?”
I suppressed my swallow. “Yes, mistress. It tastes like you.”
“Good answer. I used it to cast a spell. Now I own you. Your precum, teased out of you by my powerful hands, a
