Judging from your response to these, I’m betting I’ll have you wrapped around my finger and will drive you clinically insane without doing anything more than telling you to pull out your cock, stroke, edge, and don’t cum. You’ll be serving me like a good lil’ gooner boy all day long.
very, very, very powerful…
I all but ran into the room as the bimbo-gas cleared, dying to see if it worked. Ever since we moved in together, Jen had been clear that she wasn’t into girls, but I had a feeling that getting dosed like that would change her mind.
She looked at me, dazed, vacant, twirling her hair as I walked into the room. I couldn’t tear my eyes off of her - her face, her lips, her tits… oh, god… I felt dizzy.
It was only then, as I felt my own chest start to warm and swell, and my head start to spin, that I realized I probably should have let the gas clear just a little bit more before coming in here…