You spike it

Realizing that you can't have a guilty conscience about things like this, you quickly **** Erin's drink and then bring it back to her, watching her start chugging it after you bring it to her.

Fortunately, you already have this all planned out, and soon you'll have Erin Andrews lying in the back seat of your car as you plow her ****-up pussy.

"Damn...my head just started to hurt all of a sudden John," she says to you as she gets up to try and freshen up, collapsing into your arms.

"What's going on? Why can't I walk?" she starts to ask as she panics, allowing to hold her as she tries to figure out what's going on.

"I'm not sure, Erin. Can you feel this?" you ask her as you kiss her on the lips, Erin struggling at first, but then relenting as the **** washed over her system, slumping into the booth as you make out with her and maul her tits and pussy.

"MMM..." she moans, showing that she was getting aroused, even in her ****-up state, as you pick her up and carry her over your shoulder to your car, throwing her in the back seat of it and getting on top of her.

Quickly removing your clothes, you drop the straps on her blue dress and slide her panties away as you slide your dick into her warm, tight cunt.