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Pills, Part 4
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“Here, honey.” Rachel said as she handed my cum-soaked lover a clean white towel. “I hope you don’t mind, Jack. I found them in your bathroom while you two were – um – distracted. Here’s one for you, too.”
Rachel was offputtingly capable of maintaining eye contact as she handed me the cloth. My deep blue robe had been opened to provide my bimbo-fied girlfriend full access to my inflated cock, towering roughly a foot over my chiseled waist. An obscene amount of cum had been pumped from my heavy balls onto the couch, coating Ash with a pearlescent glaze in the process. Rachel had been binging on Crisps over the past two weeks, though, so I understood how she may had become desensitized to such lewd displays.
I did not have the same composure. Although I had just produced more cum than any man should be capable of, my dick refused to sag. The capstone of my shaft continued to ooze clear liquid, while my eyes darted between Ash cleaning her massive tits and her fat dripping lips. My mind raced with the endless ways I could use her now that she had become a submissive sex doll. My body was slowly becoming pressurized with the need to fuck and I simply couldn’t seem to snap out it.