Cold Sweat

by Vera Valentine

A giant, sentient glass pitcher of cherry Chill-Assist punch, Red was the result of Dan’s torrid affair with a pallet of the drink powder at a drunken office Christmas party many years ago.

His restraint snapped as he gave a primal growl, shoving my knees up to get as deep as possible, fucking me so hard my shoulders thumped against the sauna wall, punctuating every word with a mindless thrust that bottomed out inside me. “So. Fucking. Perfect. You’re gonna fucking drain me Jules…I’m gonna quench…I’m gonna…ohh…ohhhhhh….” OH YEAH!

“Well I’m sure as hell not complaining. You look damn good in my punch, little cup.”

I groaned, sliding a hand down my face and closing my eyes to block out the virtual flood of punch still dripping down from my well-fucked pussy.