Speed them up

'This one's a little stronger. But I don't want you thinking I have any particular reason for doing so," you joke with Meghan, secretly hoping to yourself that she would either get blind drunk or pass out altogether from it.

"That is strong. I may not be able to handle this one," she mutters to herself as she starts to hold her head, the extra-powerful drink working faster on her because of her being nearly intoxicated as it was.

"Feeling okay Meghan?" you sneer as you watch her holding her head and stumbling out of her chair, too woozy to stand.

"I think I'm gonna pass out..." she stammered as she fell, rubbery-legged, to the floor, too much **** in her system for her to stay conscious.

"**** poisoning can be a real bitch Meghan. But so is what I'm about to do to you," you hiss at her as you drag her away to a dark corner of the room and climb on top of her, peeling her out of her dress as you do.

"Now let's unwrap your tight box and see if it's as pure as everyone seems to think it is," you hiss as you get out of your own clothes, pulling her panties off to the side and running a finger along her pussy lips.

"You're about to lose the one thing you value the most Meghan," you hiss in her ear as you slide your dick into her pussy, nearly cumming in her right away once you took a few thrusts into her and found her hymen.