No—you blow your load in front of everyone.

Kayla leers down at you as she fondles your cock. A blush rises to your face as you look around at your small audience, and the influence of the aphrodisiac takes it from a brief wash of warmth in your cheeks to a powerful rush of heat across your face.

And still, you can feel your orgasm building. Your cock twitches in Kayla’s grasp, and she giggles as she feels the movement. “Awww, are you about to pop already? Maybe I made this a little too strong. Imagine what would happen if I were giving you a real handjob right now, or a blowjob even. I don’t think you’d last ten seconds.”

You try not to, and fail spectacularly, as her sultry voice and the images it conjures in your mind send you even closer to the brink.

Enthralled as you are by Kayla’s attentions, you barely even notice a pair of strong hands—Dinah’s, probably—grabbing your wrists and pinning them against the fuzzy cushion of the sofa. By the time you start struggling to extricate yourself, it’s too late: you’re completely trapped and helpless to do anything but let Kayla finish you off.

Once that realization hits, it’s only moments before the inevitable happens.

Ecstatic pleasure explodes out from your cock. It’s so powerful that if you weren’t sitting down, you’re sure you would have fallen over. You let out a soft gasp as you cum, and a prominent wet spot forms on your shorts as your body tenses in Kayla and Dinah’s grip.

As the rush of pleasure drops off, so do the effects of the ****, and your body’s heightened sensations dull back to normal. The girls smirk at you as you struggle vainly to cover up the stain over your crotch.

“I think that’s a wonderful note to end this game on,” Melody chuckles, and the others nod as they start to disperse.

“Hey, Kayla,” Angelica says before her fellow fighter leaves. “You wouldn’t happen to be able to make any more of that stuff, would you? Asking for a friend.”