Erin knew she shouldn’t swallow.
She knew that each drop down her throat would only move her further along her ditzy path to bimbohood.
She could already feel her lips plumping, her eyelashes growing, her mind fogging.
But by that point, Erin just stopped caring.
Right now, as I’m queueing this, I am so gd horny I would go for this like a SHOT.
Um. Meant to queue, not post. Eheheheh.