Magical Sex Potion

"You ARE a fucking dirty slut," Melvin groaned. "Can't you see how hard you make me?"

Olivia spat Melvin's cock out of her mouth with a wet slurp, wet saliva covering the extent of Melvin's protruding penis and dripping past her fingers, and she said, "I make your sex sausage so hard, it just wants to explode all over my face, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, oh yeah," Melvin breathed. Sex sausage? He'd forgotten Olivia's strange sexual phrases, and he wondered if he'd be getting a taste of her "slut syrup" or "fuck mustard" soon. In some corner of his mind, Melvin wondered where Richie Golding was. He'd told Melvin to meet him here, didn't he?

"Then do it. Shoot your love juice all on my face," she begged, her hands pumping Melvin with criminal speed. No man could withstand such an onslaught from a hot blonde on her knees, let alone one's ass-kicking boss. Melvin couldn't help but notice that she said "love juice"... the same name of the potion that the witch had given him, and he wondered if it was merely a coincidence. In lieu of all the things that had happened to him, it didn't seem likely. Then all sane thought left him as he felt his climax become imminent.

A jet of cum spurted from his cock and splattered on Olivia's chin. Another glob exploded out and splashed across her lips, and Olivia's tongue shot out to lick it up. A third caught her above the left eye, but the rest did not much more than drizzle onto Olivia's willing tongue. Melvin felt his knees go weak, but he managed to maintain his balance.

When it was all over, he gasped, "Here, let me get you a tissue." He stumbled over and found took one from a box on his desk and handed it to Olivia. She wiped herself off and stood from her knees and playfully slapped Melvin's ass.

"That's just a taste, big boy. The main course you get tonight," she purred, and once she was presentable, Olivia tossed the tissue into Melvin's trash bin from across the room: an admirable shot.

"Actually, uh... tonight's no good," Melvin said, stepping back from Olivia's grasp. She frowned at him.