The jolt of wet, warm slickness splashed Argent to wakefulness. The heroine tried to roll away from the dousing, but her hands were bound behind her back. She let out a sound that was half-scream, half-moan. The hot musk of sex filled her nostrils. Writhing in the puddle of slippery oil, Argent couldn’t push herself to her feet.
A man’s voice laughed maniacally. “I knew a good dose of my arousal oil would wake you up, my helpless heroine,” said Glue Gun Gary. “It’s a new formula I made just for your bewitching body. How do you feel?”
Argent panted, unable to catch her breath, every lungful of musky air making her hotter. Every inch of her body burned with lust. She hadn’t dreamed a human being could be this horny. “FUCK! Ooooh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck! FUCK!”
“Oh ho! That is a good sign!” said Glue Gun Gary. “I bet you’re gagging for it so bad that if I don’t touch you, you’ll go stark, raving mad … just like me. Doesn’t that sound wonderful?”
Argent could only tremble and beg as Gary lifted another bucket.
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