What Is Booty Juice Novels & Stories

Was he that lost in his thoughts? “Oh, Mallory. I was looking for you. I brought you that, it’s a coffee juice, or at least it is what Adrian called it. It has caffeine to wake you up and some berries to keep your stamina high while we train,” he explained, giving me the bottle with some not very good-looking reddish-brown liquid. How Adrian liked this concoction was beyond me. But maybe I should try it anyway. My Dragon, Alessia, hummed in my mind, encouraging me to try it, and I knew it wasn’t only about the weird juice, but about trying something new. I took a large gulp of it and surprisingly, it wasn’t bad.

Kayson asked, “Does Eden Joy have Chalcedony Juice?” “Yes. I have some left at my residence,” Guardian Odele replied dumbly. Kayson was delighted. He was just trying his luck, but there was actually some. “Go get it for me right now. Bring me all the good stuff you have!” “Yes.” Kayson had Bob go with Guardian Odele. One hour and a half later, Bob came back with his men and Guardian Odele. Bob passed the Chalcedony Juice to Kayson, and the latter made Zidane ingest it at once before he repaired his tendons.

"Yes, Mommy! Oh Mommy! Mommy!" Ruth wasn't surprised that thinking about drinking her tittie milk had done it. She felt him tremble, his breath stop. He was about to come. "Do it, Baby! Just let go. Give Mommy your baby juice. Make Mommy's tummy and boom boom's big, Honey. Let your thingie put a baby in Mommy. Let..." "Agggggghhhgh!" Robert's bucking roar interrupted her and Ruth felt the familiar warmth slam into her. Again. And again! More than last night.

Kayson asked, “Does Eden Joy have Chalcedony Juice?” “Yes. I have some left at my residence,” Guardian Odele replied dumbly. Kayson was delighted. He was just trying his luck, but there was actually some. “Go get it for me right now. Bring me all the good stuff you have!” “Yes.” Kayson had Bob go with Guardian Odele. One hour and a half later, Bob came back with his men and Guardian Odele. Bob passed the Chalcedony Juice to Kayson, and the latter made Zidane ingest it at once before he repaired his tendons.

It’s the way my toes won’t stop curling and the way my pussy won’t stop leaking with juice. Damn! He was wild. Watching him fuck the tip of his cock into my mouth just so I could taste my juice off him is wild, but you know what’s wilder? It’s the way my legs won’t stop shaking. It’s the way my toes won’t stop curling and my pussy won’t stop dripping. “Fuck! Princess! Your mouth is so warm, and you are really licking that juice off my cock so well.” My toes curled, had my eyes rolled. Umm… it tasted good. His cock in my mouth, my juice coating it.

However, his buttocks were his best asset. They were rock-hard and perfectly shaped globes. His thighs were strong and lean without an ounce of fat. He could be a male stripper, Sue thought. Slowly, Tommy turned around. His penis was now pulsing and there was a long strand of clear liquid hanging from the tip. Tommy began to stroke himself again. More of his clear juice bubbled out, stretching in a silvery string toward the carpet. "Oh God Stepmom, I'm getting close," he warned. Tommy's

I swallowed it quickly. I knew a lot of people don’t like to swallow, but I never understood that. If you take the cock into your mouth, you might as well let him cum into it, and if he cums in your mouth you might as well swallow it; that's my principle, what I believe in and what I practice. Apart from this, I've come to realize from health experts that the juice was quite healthy for ladies, and contains some amount of nutrients which was of great benefit and exerts a good effect on the body.

He let the ladies get comfortable in their seats before he spoke again. “What would you ladies like a drink? We have two specials tonight. The first is our Epic Jungle Juice which is fresh apples, oranges, mangos, pineapples marinated in coconut rum, vodka, Everclear, strawberry liquor for at least eight to twelve hours for ten dollars. “Whew,” the red-head expressed. “I’m sorry for the outburst. It’s just . . . sounds a little on the pricey side - for a special.”

The only time we woke up to each other was the first time we slept together in his childhood bedroom. I appreciatively accept the glass from him wordlessly and take a tentative sip from it. My face scrunches a little as the unfamiliar taste of slightly sour and sweet juice glides down my throat but still, it felt refreshingly good nonetheless. “What’s this?” I ask him as I take a long sip of the juice. “Oh, it’s just Aloe Vera juice mixed with concentrated mixtures of cranberries and raspberries. I usually have them in the morning; I thought that you might like it too. It’s good for health” He replies sincerely and I smile at his caring gesture.

"Bring in the gallons!" Two naked men walked out from the shadows of the trees, carrying a massive, heavy wooden jar between them. The jar was wide and deep, filled to the absolute brim with a thick, cloudy, white liquid that smelled sweet and sharply fermented. They set the massive container down on a flat rock right between our chairs and the Chief’s throne. The Chief pointed down at the white liquid. "This is our natural palm juice extract. It is a powerful drink, tapped fresh from the tallest trees of our jungle. It is sweet, but it carries the fire of the earth inside it."