”Following her, I notice a sign that reads, "Potion".“Here, sir, I guarantee this will entice any woman.”“H...how did you know?”“By your r...action when you asked, sir.”I feel my face turning red once again.“It’s okay, most men who come in are looking for the same thing and a few women too.”As I pay for the potion, the sales girl suggests, "Sprinkle a little of the potion on a mistletoe. It is more effective that way for this time of year."“Thank you and a Merry Christmas, miss.”Arriving home, I. As he scrolled through the thread he became more and more disappointed by the nonstop shitposting and forced memes that had become prevalent since co/sug/ returned. The only thing that kept him from closing /sug/ and opening up a new tab to search for porn was the occasional fanart of Jasper getting posted by various other anons. A particular artwork of Jasper breastfeeding Steven made anon blush, he couldn't keep himself from imagining what her quartzmilk would taste like.That's when he heard. She sprang up, freed herself of her skirt and panties, and fell back onto her bed with pussy at the edge of the mattress and her legs spread wide. "I need you in my pussy, please, fuck me!" Um… right now? I might need a couple— ohhh!" Matt said, his protest cut off by Theresa taking his flaccid cock into her mouth. She shoved Jennifer's phone into his hand and he turned it to record her as she easily brought his hard-on back to life."There. All fluffed and ready to go," she said, smiling. Matt. At twenty four she learned no nonsense, good business ethics and stayed true to them, except that she liked to party and would sometimes drink to excess. Linkon Morris was hired by her father and mother. A handsome soft spoken thirty-one year old. Link was six foot tall, brown hair and blue eyes. A self assured second degree black belt in Judo. He was experienced in all areas, having worked for a major manufacturing company for five years that was gobbled up by Conners-Convair. Sadly he didn't.