"What are you going to do?" Gil asked. "I thought you'd never return."

"Sorry, love," she apologized, "but I jest saw something that might increase your pleasure."

Gil stared at the bottle. "Christ, I don't want a drink now!" he said. "You-you left me here dying and now you want to pour a drink!"

"Yes, I want to pour a drink," Connie said, "but not where you think. I'm going to pour some of this creme de menthe over your hard-on. It makes your love muscle taste even yummier. I love to lick it off, okay? Also, it makes you last and last forever."

"Last forever?" Gil didn't look as though be wanted to last forever. In fact, Connie guessed, if he had his way he would probably come as soon as possible. Well, be had much to earn and she intended to start teaching him right now.

"Well, not forever," she corrected, "but long enough for me to really get my kicks really sucking all the goodies from your thing."

"Whatever you say," Gil gasped, lying back again. He was in no mood to argue.

Connie uncorked the bottle and let the green liquid spill over the head of his prick and down over his balls. Then she set the bottle on the nightstand and began nursing with renewed vigor.

Now she was really sucking his cock, eating him, as they said, because she was swallowing the sweet-tasting liquid as though it were nectar oozing from every pore of his rod and testicles.

It made for more prolonged and closer contact with every speck of flesh which in turn heightened the sensation considerably. She knew the effect: once a man had poured a thick, sticky liqueur on her cunt before eating her and she had nearly been driven out of her mind! She would have to show Gil that trick some day soon, she thought, but for now she would have to be satisfied with first things first!

"Oh, sweet Christ," Gil was moaning as she lapped the sweet-tasting elixir from his organ.