A Drink that flows from her Hole ll (R-18)

The beer streamed down Afa's body, a thin, glistening trail that started at her chest. It slipped between her boobs, tracing the curve of her skin, sliding over her stomach, and pooling at her already wet pussy. 

From there, it dripped slow, drop by drop, falling right into my waiting mouth. I drank it down, the taste hitting me like a rush—sharp and bitter from the alcohol, mixed with the sweet, musky tang of her love juice. 

It was euphoric, a wild blend that buzzed through me, lighting up every nerve. 

Afa shifted above me, her thighs flexing on either side of my face as she looked down.

"Are you loving it, Austin?" she asked, her voice teasing, dripping with that sultry edge she knew got me going. 

I gulped down another mouthful, the liquid cool against my throat, and grinned up at her. 

"Yeah, baby… give me more," I said, my voice rough with want, urging her on.