You were exhausted! Jessica rode you harder than you’ve ever heard of; you were sure both her hips and yours would become bruised sometime soon. And she wasn’t done – she had rolled over to the side of the bed, frantically fingering her cum-slicked pussy and rolling her nipples!
“Oh, oh! My god, its never felt this good before,” she groaned, forcing three fingers deep inside her. She was sweating heavily, her eyes glazed with an animal lust. Unable to just watch, with your cock at full mast again, you straddled her stomach and started jerking off at her face.
“Yes, Eric, yes… cum on me,” she ordered, looking at your cock hungrily. “My god, I don’t know what’s wrong with me! I can’t believe just how HORNY I am!”
A minute later, just as she brought herself to another orgasm, you unload all over her lustful face, splattering your thick juices across her mouth and eyes, and gooping up her dyed, dirty blonde hair.
She was still fingering herself, but seemed to be slowing down and with a shock you realized the pill must be wearing off! Quickly getting dressed, you hastily left the room, just as Jessica stopped touching herself and wiped your cum off her face in confused disgust.
Glancing at the grandfather clock in the hall, on your way to your room, you were surprised to see the time; it was 8 PM! You had been having sex with Jessica for two hours! Impressed with your own prowess in bed, and even more so with the effectiveness of the pill, you stretched across your bed in exhausted triumph, thinking about your first time having sex in over a year…
There was a sharp knock at the door! Opening just a crack, Jessica’s confused face looked into your messy room, finding you staring back at her.
“Hey, Eric…,” she said, opening the door a little wider. She was fully dressed now, with tight blue jeans and an equally tight black shirt. You could just make out traces of your cum in her hair. “This might seem like a really weird question but… did I bring a guy in here earlier?”
Doing your best not to turn red with embarrassment, you say, “No, not that I saw. You’ve been locked in your room for the last few hours, and I didn’t hear anyone come in.”
“Oh… okay, well, thanks,” she sighed, still confused as she left you alone. Pleased that the pill fulfilled the promise of short-term amnesia, you grabbed a root beer out of your mini-refrigerator and poured another crushed pill into the dark liquid.
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