”Oh, fuck no! The glasses! I got cum in my mouth, and the rules said that couldn’t happen!” I muttered followed afterwards by a slight gurgle.

It was disgustingly pleasant though, and while I was freaking out about being stuck like this, a part of me wanted more. Maybe it was the magic of the glasses, but I knew deep down how much of a slut I had become. “Is something wrong, babe?” The guy who I took home asked, “Oh, uh, I was just taken by surprise. I can just clean them off afterwards.” I replied back as I took my the glasses off and put them on a nearby table.

Whatever magic had changed me was done, and everything that followed afterwards was my own doing. But admittedly the prospect of getting my pissy pounded or popping a guy’s cock in my mouth wasn’t the worst sounding thing in the world.


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