Before you can react, the wood beneath you starts to give way.

As you're distracted watching the horny beastwoman below you, the wooden lid of the barrel you're standing on suddenly gives way! You're plunged down into the barrel and completely submerged in concentrated ****. The thick beer flows down your throat before you can stop yourself from swallowing. A few moments later, you experience firsthand why contact with the enhanced **** affected the beastwoman so quickly! The beer washing over your skin leaves a warm, throbbing sensation behind everywhere it touches - being immersed in the stuff is overwhelming!

You were already getting hard just watching the beastwoman, but having your cock plunged into the potent booze has made it far more sensitive. The magic in the barrel reacts wildly to Strokmier as well, turning the barrel into a bubbling, churning hot-tub. The thick liquid sloshing around you feels like you are getting licked head to toe constantly - you're almost immediately stroking your fat shaft, gurgling as you gulp down more of the beer. Your legs kick reflexively as raw pleasure jolts through them, rocking the barrel you're trapped inside wildly.

You finally **** your head back above the surface, breathing hoarsely as your head spins. With all of the pleasure washing over you, it's impossible to stop drunkenly jacking off. Each stroke just makes your cock even harder, and your constant motions makes the beer foam up and cling to your body. The fizzling of the foam around your cock drowns out any rational thought you have left, leaving only the pleasure and need swelling inside your core. With a **** gurgle of delight, you are driven over the edge and shoot the first of many thick ropes of cum into the pool of beer. The more you stroke, the more thick jizz sprays into the booze around you, foaming wildly as the arcane energy reacts to it. Soon you lose track of time, lost in constant erotic bliss...