Book Eight: Chapter 72

“MIIIIIKKEEEE!” Beth whimpered and moaned as Mike’s magic created a tiny feedback loop between her vagina and her clitoris. He lost track of the number of orgasms she had as he spent the next few minutes finishing his map, using one hand to pin her hips to the table as she kicked her legs while he drew with the other. Beth clung to the edge of the table with her hands, whimpering as the orgasms reduced her to a human puddle.

“Annnd...done.” Mike set down his pencil and stood. He walked over to the oven, picked up the towel that hung on the handle, and brought it over to mop up some of the mess that Beth had made. The room still smelled slightly of bacon, but was being overpowered by the smell of pussy. Mike made a mental note to send a letter to Yankee Candle about it, then stood and pressed the head of his cock against Beth’s labia.

Beth whimpered. Mike leaned forward and moved the hair away from her face so that he could see her better. Her gaze was unfocused, her chee