She sauntered past me in those tiny orange shorts—the ones that hugged her ass like a second skin, riding up just enough to show the curve where thigh met cheek. They were practically painted on, the fabric stretched taut over her full, round figure. I was lounging on the couch, scrolling through my phone, when she brushed by, her hips swaying with that deliberate tease she loved to pull. “Oops, did I distract you?” she purred, glancing back over her shoulder with a smirk.
Instantly, my cock twitched to life, hardening so fast it caught me off guard. It wasn’t just arousal; it was a surge, like every nerve in my body zeroed in on her. My jeans tented uncomfortably, and a low throb built in my balls, insistent and unrelenting. Shay had been a bigger cock tease than usual all day—bending over to pick up “dropped” items, pressing against me in the kitchen, whispering filthy nothings about how she’d love to “test my limits.” But this? This was different. I didn’t notice the CumMax kicking in, didn’t connect the dots to that pill she’d dosed me with. All I knew was the need—a primal, overwhelming urge to fuck, to bury myself in her and not stop.
She giggled and kept walking toward the bedroom, her ass jiggling slightly with each step, the orange fabric clinging to her like an invitation. That was it. Without a word, I lunged up from the couch, closing the distance in two strides. My hands clamped onto her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh just above her waistband. She let out a surprised yelp, but there was excitement in it, that bratty edge she always had.
I yanked hard, ripping the shorts clean off her in one motion. The fabric tore with a satisfying rip, exposing her bare ass and the slick heat between her thighs. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath—of course she wasn’t. “It’s finally working,” she thought to herself, a thrill racing through her as she realized the CumMax had taken hold. She’d read the stories online: the premature sensitivity, the endless loads, the way it turned guys into insatiable machines. But seeing it in me? That was her experiment paying off.
I didn’t hesitate. Pushing her forward against the wall, I freed my cock, now throbbing harder than ever, veins bulging, pre-cum already dripping. I slammed into her pussy from behind, burying myself to the hilt in one rough thrust. She gasped, her body arching, but she pushed back against me, her curvy frame grinding into mine. “Fuck, Jeff—yes!” she moaned, but I was beyond words, lost in the haze.
I pounded her relentlessly, hips slamming against her ass with a rhythmic slap that echoed through the apartment. The CumMax fueled me—wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me, but instead of fading, it built. I came hard the first time within minutes, flooding her with a thick, endless load that spilled out and dripped down her thighs. But I didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. My cock stayed rock-hard, sensitive but unyielding, as if the drug had rewired me for marathon sessions.
Hours blurred by. We moved from the wall to the floor, then the bed, her body slick with sweat and cum. I flipped her onto her back, pinning her legs wide as I drove into her again and again. She clawed at my back, her nails leaving red trails, screaming in ecstasy as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her. “More—don’t stop!” she begged, her curiosity turning to addiction. Each time I came, it was explosive—ropes of cum painting her insides, her belly, her tits—yet the pressure in my balls never fully eased. The drug had me cumming over and over, turning me into a beast she couldn’t tame.
By the time we collapsed, exhausted and sticky, the room reeked of sex. Shay lay there, panting, a satisfied grin on her face as she traced a finger through the mess on her skin. “Curiosity satisfied?” I muttered, finally coming down, though my cock still twitched at the sight of her.
She laughed breathlessly. “Oh, Jeff… this is just the beginning.”
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