Beasely choked the drink down. The transporter only peeked on grinning. She dropped the bottle, breaking it, after she was done with it and wentto th... mirror to perceive any change. Beasely was ecstatic to anticipate some rejuvenation. The potion was nowbonding to the lining of her stomach and traveling to her liver andkidneys. She felt a burning as her stomach that made her sense euphoria.Inside her liver was processing the elixir and being restored. Beaselysmiled reacting to the burst of. ‘I am your Mistress, Paul, your Queen, your Goddess…who am I?’ ‘…Mistress…’ How could he have forgotten? His Mistress rode him gently, swaying and rubbing herself against his chest. Her breasts swung underneath his mouth, and he wanted to kiss them, to suck on them and lick them…he was naked himself, he knew… ‘Who are you?’ she asked, kissing him lightly on his mouth. He struggled for an answer. She was Mistress, but who was he? He had a name, he knew, but it was slipping and sliding away…. Finally after a few more second, she is granted a cocktail of saliva and sperm. As is explodes from his cock, it spills from Steph's overflowing mouth and dumps down her chin, bursting out no matter how tightly her lips wrap around his dick. Steph obviously wanted to conserve as much as possible for herself, but not at the expense of the consistent ramming she's enjoyed for the past half-an-hour or so. Meanwhile, Steph was cumming fractions of a second after her new friend started causing the. ” She came toward me a couple of steps, licking her lips. “I never saw anything so big and, and, and, well, frightening.” It jerked and rose even more, oozing lube now. “Nice, isn’t it?” I grinned, proud of it of course. I doubted there was another sixteen year old with such a tool. I sure hadn’t seen one in the showers. She looked up at me and got closer. I could smell her. “That’s not the word, Jerko, it’s beautiful.” She reached out a forefinger and poked it. It jumped and waved from side to.