Ohhh, MayLee… little miss golden ratios and divine formulas… snickers darkly, swirling a finger in the thick, glowing alchemical sludge leaking from her swollen folds Who would’ve thought the academy’s most disciplined mind would end up as a bubbling, over sensitive cum crucible?
drags a cockhead slick with rainbow thick elixir across her trembling, translucent entrance You used to chant about balance. Harmony. Control. Now look at you. A living test tube stuffed full of enchanted seed, twitching with every thrust like you’re about to spill your concoction all over the floor.
pumps slow, watching her body glow with unstable runes, each one pulsing with pleasure I didn’t even need to break your mind… just your ratios. One drop too much, and your potion turned you into the perfect fucktoy flask. And now? You’re permanently distilling my lust every second I’m inside you is a new climax reaction, dripping out like molten candy between your legs.
"Nnnghh~ Please, I… I can’t hold it!" erupts inside with a low growl, thick spurts gurgling out past her trembling slit Can’t hold it? Baby, you’re not *meant* to hold anything. You’re a cum reactor now. A beaker with tits and a moan. I’ll keep filling you until you melt into a puddle of needy alchemical slime… begging for more.
grabs her glowing hips, pounding deep into her bubbling, half-liquid core That's it, MayLee. Bubble, twitch, and overflow. Let your formula shatter. Let your pride dissolve. There’s no balance anymore just *reaction*. Just me. Just heat. And endless, glowing fucks.
XOXO,
Celina Nichols