... she glared down at Timmy.
“More.” She demanded.
Timmy was tired, five orgasms in less than an hour had drained all of his energy.
“More.” She yelled at him. She gripped his body and tried to move it or him, shifting her own hips, so that she could get more pleasure out of him.
“I wish things were back to normal.” Said Timmy loudly. Trixie growled at him.
“No talk, fuck me.” She rolled over and pinned Timmy to the bed and began to hump him. She began moaning as her sixth orgasm neared.
Timmy, although was losing concentration to Trixie’s efforts ad feeling his fifth orgasm approaching, knew this had to finish. He was quickly becoming drained by the effort she was demanding of him. Again she shouted out his wish.
“I wish things were back to normal!!” Trixie screamed as her sixth orgasm rocked her body. And she looked at turner again.
“No talk. Fuck me more.” She screamed at him. She began to bounce on his cock again.
It was then he realised the flaw in his wish. He’d magically soundproofed the room, which meant no one, not even his godparents could hear him screaming for the wish to be reversed. There was no way for him to bring this to an end. He was stuck here with a nymphomaniac who had an appetite th...