Bottoms up!

There’s nothing else for it—you pick up the shot glass off the table and pour it down your throat in one smooth motion.

“Any second now,” Kayla says, still with that maddeningly smug look on her face.

“Any second now wha—ohhhh, fuck...”

Your knees go weak and you stumble back into your seat as an intense wave of arousal floods your body, and the other girls giggle at the sight of your cock rapidly hardening within your pants.

“You’re currently feeling the effects of an incredibly powerful aphrodisiac,” Kayla informs you, “a little something I cooked up to spice up my matches. Don’t worry, it’ll wear off before long. But until then...”

She cups your face in one hand and leans in close to whisper in your ear: “...we have you all to ourselves.”

Heat floods out from your pelvis as Kayla’s conconction takes control of your senses. Your clothes feel heavy and too tight against your bare skin, and the urge rushes through you to tear them off and bare yourself to the world.

And she’s just getting started. She leans in close to you, breath hot against your ear, and lightly grabs your crotch, squeezing and massaging it gently.

Normally this would just be foreplay, but the aphrodisiac has all of your senses on overdrive, and you can feel a familiar sensation building between your legs...