Magical Sex Potion

An old saying states, "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em."

Melvin felt he didn't have much of a choice. It was either leave all of his friends and Violet's band to their kinky devices and go home or take part in the sexual festivities at hand. Melvin chose to get a taste of the young flesh he'd been desiring since he'd first laid eyes on her. What else could he do?

Probably what made up his mind was Courtney beckoning him with a long finger as Violet smacked and licked at her pussy, Courtney's hands fumbling frantically with Melvin's zipper as he approached in a zombie-like trance and pulling out his straining cock. She opened her red lipsticked lips and slipped him inside with a delicious stroke of her hand. Melvin shivered. His hands slipped into Courtney's soft hair.

"Yes," he breathed. "Oh, darling, yes."

Meanwhile, Shelly Stone was on the snack table, her legs spread wide, and Tina worked half of a long, thick log of sausage between her legs, giggling the entire time. Shelly's pigtails tossed from side to side as she flung her head in passion as Tina rubbed Shelly's clit with her free hand. Tina pulled out the sausage, much to Shelly's dismay, and licked it clean with her tongue. If Melvin would have been watching, he would have recalled Olivia's favorite phrase: "sex sausage" at its truest meaning.

"Now that is some tasty shit," Tina said before plunging the sausage back into Shelly's pussy, Shelly screaming in surprised pleasure.

Tasha Turner rode Hammer's enormous cock, reverse cowgirl, her ass slapping against the bassist's thighs, his hands roving over her hips and moving up to grip her bouncing breasts. Her moans were low and deep as she drove herself onto Hammer's thickness again and again, the bassist gasping for breath. Sweat shimmered on their flexing, naked bodies.

Brenda and Red exchanged sloppy kisses as they were both bent over by Crow and Richie, respectively. Crow's tattoos seemed to form intricate patterns as his muscles clenched and flexed, squeezing and then spreading as Crow relaxed and grew tight again as he pumped into Brenda's dripping vagina. Richie, meanwhile, was exercising the patented Golding Twist on Red, much to her personal satisfaction.