I rubbed her shaved cunt, caressing her plump vulva and thick pussy lips. Alice turned to Senator Murphy. There was no docile acceptance. “Are you looking for the GPS on your wife’s phone? That would take away some of the anxiety. “They don’t need to be enhanced. Could I reach my purse? The cold serum flooded through my thighs. The last of the stress of the night melted free. Big, thick, throbbing cocks.”
“I do?” she asked, her eyes wide. My hand trembled as I lowered my phone. “Preggers,” cheered Nicole. I trembled in pure delight, the pleasure building and building in me. It’s happened before.” I grimaced, remembering the two times Alice went off with strangers before we implemented the tags. Bimbos were such happy, loving creatures. My nipples throbbed as my tits pillowed against his strong chest. I groaned, squeezing my wife’s naked ass as she ground on me harder and harder. I’m soooo horny.”
“I bet,” I grinned. The app opened. I coated them with my juices then brought them to my lips. I’ll drink all your annidote and make cum. “Such a funny word!”
“But don’t you know you’ve been poisoned,” Annalee said, her blue eyes so wide. She sounded a little sullen. I hoped she believed my lie about the syringe she held in her hand.
