It’s not easy.
We’ve got pretty big dicks.
“You’re a model, Kara,” Eric says, shifting gears. “We’ve done the research—we’ve seen your pictures. You were fucking good at it, too.”
“Too good,” I say, swaggering forward. We’re closing in on her now. Circling her like fucking sharks. “A body like yours needs to be put to work.”
“Remember the drink you tried yesterday? Two Girls One Cupcake? That was from our line,” I add.
“Right. And it was?okay, it was fucking good.” she admits. Her face still shows hints of trepidation. “I’m sure you’ll have a lot of success with it. But I’m a failed model, guys. I don’t know where you’ve been snooping around about me at all, but if you did it properly, I’m sure you discovered that I lost my contract.”
“Which was a fucking mistake.”
“Any idiot can take one look at you and see that,” I agree.
“Here,” Eric says, reaching into his mini fridge and pulling out a shake. He tosses it to her and she catches it. “Try that and tell me you don’t fucking love it.”
“Sin-ammon?” she asks, reading the label. She shrugs her shoulders and giggles playfully. “Clever.” She twists the cap and sniffs it, much like she did with the cupcake flavor.
“We’re clever men,” Eric agrees. “I think you’ve realized that by now.”
Kara’s eyes widen as she swishes the drink around in her mouth, tasting every note. Judging by the look on her face, she’s either just fallen in love or just creamed herself.
“Okay, this is fucking delicious,” she admits. “Protein shakes aren’t supposed to taste this good, though—what the fuck is in it?”
Eric and I exchange looks. Do we tell her?
If she read the label a little more closely, she would be able to make a logical guess.
The words are right there, and she’s already tasted our secret ingredient fresh from the source.
“If you want me to promote it, I need to know
what’s inside,” Kara insists.
I fucking love when she gets all bossy like this. Gorgeous. Makes me want to put her in her place—on her fucking knees, sucking all that secret ingredient out of my balls like the slut she is.
With a big smile on his face, Eric admits it.
“Cum.”
“Cum?!” Kara holds the shake at arm’s length, her blue eyes as wide as can be. “You’re fucking kidding me!”
“Our cum, specifically,” I add. “Don’t act like you don’t like it.”
She narrows her eyes with suspicion, trying to decide whether we’re fucking with her or not.
Then she stares us dead in the eyes, and to my fucking delight, takes a second taste of the shake. She gulps it down deliberately, savoring every fucking drop. Her reaction makes me think she likes it even more now that she lets on.
“Better than mung beans,” she finally admits, licking the final drops off her lips. “This is all lab-tested, safe for consumption, right?”
“No adverse effects yet,” Eric reassures her. “Final rounds of testing should wrap up in the next month or so.”
Kara continues sipping and savoring the taste of the protein shake. There’s no denying that she loves it. And it’s fucking hot watching her drink cum.
Damn. I’m just glad we got to this girl before some other bastard beat us to her.
What a perfect fucking slut.