The very special gross lemonade

Otto went into the kitchen, found the largest glass , and took a straw.

– Time to season the juice - he said proudly

Instead of pouring the lemonade from the jug directly into the glass, he poured it into his mouth. He rinsed his mouth with it several times and spat into the glass. He repeated this until the glass was two-thirds full. Unfortunately, instead of stopping there, he took off his swimming trunks, freed his grimy equipment , and placed his furry balls in the glass. He kept them there for about 3-5 minutes, during which he looked at his watch and saw that it was 2:00. He had been there for almost an hour, and he realized that her guests could arrive at any time. Deciding to finish soaking his testicles, he took a dishcloth and began to wipe his body: his forehead, his armpits, and another terribly sweaty area. He had plenty to wipe off because Otto was fat and always sweated like a pig. He took the rag and wrung out the stinking sweat into the remainder of the glass. Otto put on his swimming trunks and inserted the straw. However , the cocktail wasn't ready yet. Otto snorted from his throat and spat the glutinous phlegm into the glass, its yellow color perfectly matching that of the lemonade. Then he put his nose to it, pinched one nostril , then the other, and squeezed the green slime into the liquid. He swirled the straw and lifted it up. It looked completely normal, like regular lemonade, but Otto sensed the disgusting nature of the mixture.

– Perfect

He poured another normal glass for himself. He took his phone and returned to the pool. He placed the special lemonade on the table next to the deckchair, beside Olivia's head, and his own on the ground.

– Here you go, enjoy

– Thanks, sweetie

Olivia was really thirsty, and her desire to taste the fresh lemonade came from her bad taste. All the while, the rotten, mustardy, fishy smell of the concoction was entering her nostrils, intoxicating and disorienting her. She felt overjoyed when she saw the lemonade placed in front of her, although she was surprised it took Dave so long.

She held out her hand, and Otto just stood aside because he wanted to see her reaction.

Olivia quickly grabbed a glass. Before she even perceived the mustiness, she pouted sweetly and placed her luxuriously full lips made for sloppy toppy around the straw and start sucking. For some reason, however, nothing fell into her mouth. She could not know that the first thing that fell into the straw was Otto's thick, fatty phlegm, which blocked it. She began to suck harder, because she was a very thirsty girl. It looked quite comical how her cheeks became concave. The blocking phlegm went up, and the pressure increased, until it finally flew out. Olivia's mind sank immediately. She had never drunk something so vile. Phlegm shot out of the straw’s end with a ****, straight into the depths of Olivia’s deep throat. The rest of the pent-up sludge filled her mouth. The mixture of disgust on her tongue was unimaginable to her. Even though her body wanted to spit out the unwanted substance but Olivia's little brain deemed it inappropriate to reject Dave's kind gesture, so she swallowed it all. The "special lemonade" flowed down her esophagus and into her stomach. As soon as her mouth was free and she could breathe, she involuntarily threw her tongue out. Otto quickly took advantage of this, seeing that she was in a mental fog. He took off her sunglasses, revealing that she was squinting. It was the beautiful face of an ahegao. He snapped a few photos of her face, then her back and buttocks. He looked at her, she still seemed dazed. It looked like such a daze that Otto wanted to try something, but first...

– Olivia? Hello - he took her drink, spat into it again, and placed it on the table

She didn't react.

– "So easy to control. Well, it's time to wake you up"

He raised his hand and...

*SMACK*

He used all his meager strength to deliver a slap to Olivia's juicy left cheek. The resonance was strong enough to make her buttock shake in a truly majestic way. The shock snapped Olivia out of her trance.

– What happened? - she was utterly confused

– What are you talking about?

Otto tried to play the fool. Olivia tried to gather her thoughts, but she couldn't remember anything that had happened just a moment ago. In addition, her left buttock painfully burns strangely.

– Nothing, Dave. Don't worry about me

– Okay, then I'll go back to lubing you up. Just remember to drink this lemonade I gave you while it's fresh because is burning hot today.

Olivia turned the music back on in her headphones and laid her head down, trying to relax. Although it was hard because not only did her nostrils burn all the time, but she also had a terrible taste in her mouth . She didn't want to drink the lemonade, one-third of which was obviously gone , because she had strange associations. Unfortunately, her bird brain changed her suspicions.

– "It's just the lemonade Dave gave me. Plus , I need to stay hydrated"

At the same time, Otto was thinking about something else.

– "It's time to get down to those wonderful legs, and then it's time for the best aspect of all . "