“That’s it, Mayor. Lick every drop of my nectar,” Verdant said as she felt the tongue of Skarlette City’s first citizen stroking her nether lips. “Keep going. When I cum all over your face, the mind-altering pollen I exude will be potent enough to make you my slave forever.”
The Mayor tried to pull himself away from the banquet of sinful delights presented for him, but each lick tasted better than the last. The craving deep inside felt too good to deny. He had always called himself a “servant of the people.”
Verdant was now the only one of the people he would ever serve again.
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