From my much younger days, I recognized the let-down after a psychedelic trip, probably from the ‘sleeping pill’. If I hadn’t been watching, ‘Amy Anal’ would have too. I couldn’t believe my eyes! As I panted in joy and fatigue, she said her only words of the night, “I’m single use. I panted a while and let her up. It slowly dissolved and flowed down the drain as I pondered the night’s events. Beautiful and nearly free girls eagerly screwed me, then just went away! I assumed ‘Amy’, ‘Becky’, and ‘Penny’ would have different textures or orifice sizes. I need a shower.” I was too caught up in afterglow to wonder what she meant. I slowly realized I’d found the best thing since cave people discovered fire! Something pushed my hand away and a hot, wet mouth engulfed my penis. Only ten each.”
I recognized one as an energy pill I’d taken occasionally until they’d been banned. When I pumped cum into her tight butthole, most of my muscles clenched and I held her hips tightly, pulling her down as I tried to shove my cock in even deeper. I listened to the women moaning as I sped up and closed my eyes. Both cans seemed to be defective.
