... kept on going(Mouthful)

A moment later a fat gush of seed erupted in her mouth. It didn't have much pressure, yet the amount was impressive. Rayla was surprised, though looking from the outside she didn't even flinch. She slowed the back and forth movement of her head until she looked almost still and began to suck Fynn's glans while accompanying his release with her hands, massaging both his ballsack and his shaft.
The boy let out a throaty grunt of relief that didn't even seem to come from him, rewarding her with what she could only describe as the largest load of seed she had ever had.

The taste was similar to that of the greenish liquid, but not quite the same. Rayla couldn't say it was pleasant, she couldn't say it wasn't either. It sure was way thicker. The smell too was different, she couldn't say in what way. She felt a little gag reflex coming up, but she closed her eyes and slowly inhaled from her nose, somehow managing to keep on going.
She wasn't done, Fynn was still coming. He just kept on grunting and moaning, he had even forsaken his horn-rubbing. He just held to it like a handle.

Rayla sucked and kept on sucking as long as she could, letting in her mouth as much seed as it was possible without having to swallow it. When there was no space to fill anymore, the excess began to overflow from the corner of her mouth. Every time Fynn's cock went in, it pushed some more seed out.
Little by little, more and more dribbled down her chin and down along Fynn's shaft too. Eyes still closed, she felt it getting to her hands, still busy massaging him.
"Oh my, Rayla, you're so good a this!"
"That's unfair! How is it that the fatso gets the special treatment?"

She noticed from the corner of her eye that Edrig and Tilor were watching her and that they were masturbating while doing so. Their cocks were again hard as rocks.
That wasn't good, was it? She was doing all this so that they would stop pestering her.
They would be soon asking for help again, making her some unreasonably lewd request.
Three times already they had relived their pressure yet it didn't look like it at all.
Their stamina was unreasonable. Clearly, it was one of the effects of Claudia's potion.
Rayla wondered when it would finally wear off.

She was so engrossed in her thoughts she didn't even notice that Fynn's climax was over.
When she realized that nothing more was coming out, she immediately stopped and pulled her head back.
Most of the boy's seed had already dribbled out of her mouth, glazing her chin and some trickling between her breasts, but there was still some of it inside which she intended to spit.
"Rayla, that was awesome. I've never felt so good, truly. Can we do it again?"

She wiped her chin with the tip of her fingers and smiled uneasily noticing that Fynn's cock had not gone soft, not even a bit.
It was still hard as a rock like she hadn't just finished taking care of him.
Despite all he had just poured into her mouth, it was still throbbing, and looked ready to go again.
She reeled and gulped, inadvertently swallowing the content of her mouth.
"Pleeease?" insisted Fynn joining his hands.