Happy Valentine's Part 2/4 - Love Potion (Patreon)

"Mgh- nghh- fuck!"

It's strawberry-flavoured, with the faintest warm tang of ginger. The consistency is like that of syrup or chocolate sauce, oozing out slowly, lingering, sticking to the inside of the long-necked bottle. It spills out spurtingly, coating the back of the tongue and top of the mouth, sliding down easy and warm.

"Mghhh- s- so- good-!"

She thrusts down on the toy again, feeling it push up hard inside her. She's wet; helplessly, desperately wet, and part of her mind craves to rub her throbbing, aching clit, but all she can think of is the potion, the sweltering heat inside her head, the tickling sensation against her soft, smooth, pampered feet. Maybe one of them will have the mercy to tickle the swollen, delicate bud with a long, fluffy feather.

"Fuck- h- ha- ha-! God-! M-more!"

A needy moan escapes her as the fingers continue to worship her soles. They're perfect, immaculate, spoiled, so the fingers glide against her skin with ease, tickling each inch expertly without a hint of resistance. She can barely think to curl her toes to escape the tickling as her lovers rub and massage her arches.

"Ngh-! N- wh- wahahait- it- haah- tickles...!"

She bucks as a feather slides between her toes, laving at the long, sensitive stems. The motion pushes her down further onto the thick rubber cock stuffed inside her, stretching her tight, warm walls and drawing a deep moan from inside her. The pressure destroys any thoughts in her mind. It's too good. Too good...

"Haah... m-more... gi- give me... more..."

Beyond the haze of deep, desperate arousal, she feels a tongue tickling at her arch, making the heat in her stomach explode out and the desperation for an orgasm build even higher. But she can't think to ask for one. To want for one.

Just to drink more of the potion.

Just to submit to the tickling.

Just to fuck herself on the toy.

Just to laugh and moan and drink and drink and drink.

It's luxury.

It's delicious.

Too good.

Too good...