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Not all cocktails can be trusted.

My head was buzzing, and my brain felt like it was starting to boil. - Are you okay? Does anything hurt? McCoy sat down next to her on the bed, asking stupid, in her opinion, questions. In general, everything seemed stupid now, except the idea of riding this man. His warm hand tremulously touched the bare shoulder that peeked out from under the plaid. The skin seemed to be pierced by an electric discharge. It became harder to breathe, and my eyes seemed to be clouded. Some thought was ringing in my head, which was incredibly difficult to recognize, as if it was in another language. A thin hand appeared from under the blanket, and wrapped around a hot man's palm. Pulling back a little, she pulled him towards her. He obediently sat closer. Deftly throwing off the blanket, Nessie sat on the man's hips. The tight skirt creaked in protest. Lifting it up a little, the girl sat down tighter. Red hair streamed along her body, as if hiding it. Their copper sheen made the madness of the green eyes brighter. - Nessie, calm down. It's all a drug. He drugged you with something ridiculously old, based on Viagra. The girl was silent, feeling the doctor's strong body with her hands. "I like you, Doctor. Her whisper sounded erotic, so much so that Leonard almost choked on his own desire. He couldn't even imagine that she could do that - Nessie, these are not your words. You've been drugged. Get off me. I'll wash your stomach, and you'll feel better. It would be strange if these words had at least some effect. "No, Doctor, I like you," she emphasized the last word in her voice. - The drug has nothing to do with it. Her hands froze on his chest. With the palm of her hand, she felt his heart beating with a frenzied rhythm. "Nessus," he struggled to gather his composure. He wasn't going to lie to himself. He liked her. He wanted her. She drove him crazy, not even wearing a navy-recognized uniform, with a short skirt. She clung to everyone. With his accent, flowing hair and mischievous eyes, barely noticeable military bearing. And he would be happy to have her in his bed, but not in such conditions. Not when she's stoned, God knows what, fawning over him, rubbing her body, and almost begging to take her. - Please, Len, - sitting down completely in a tight one, she felt his arousal, and slightly rubbed against the groin. - It almost hurts me from this, - she grabbed his hands and placed them on her hips. - You can do absolutely nothing, but let me finish. These words, spoken almost to his lips, scalded his crotch with boiling water. He was immensely sorry that this was happening to her. She shifted on him again. She began to move her pelvis, and bounce slightly. Her fingers were clutching Leonard's shirt as he squeezed her thighs, hoping the marks wouldn't be too obvious. She kept moving, and thoughts raced through her head, knocking each other down. "It's just fine " "It should have been done a long time ago" "I'm sorry" "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" The last thought echoed through my head. His hand slid to her waist, squeezing her into him. The other hand remained on the hip, then roughly squeezing, then gently smoothing the affected skin. They buried their heads in each other's necks. Leonard was consumed by a sense of shame for the pleasure he was getting. But he couldn't help but enjoy it. Long, soft hair tangled in his fingers, someone else's elastic chest pressed against his chest, wildly rising and falling. And the whole thing was maddening, as if emitting pheromones. With another push, an innocent kiss landed on his neck. Just a touch of the lips, but he shied away from it as if from a blow. This did not stop the girl. She continued to kiss the tanned neck. Follow the trail of freckles and moles. Kisses fell on the earlobe. On the angle of the jaw. On the cheek very close to the lips. Not reaching a centimeter to the lips, the girl's head sank heavily on the doctor's shoulder. A groan escaped his lips and the movements stopped. The orgasm covered McCoy next, knocking him out of reality for a moment. Almost immediately he heard a whisper. - I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, - the girl whispered, as if in delirium, moisture was felt on the skin. Warm arms wrapped around her across her back and the whispering died away. She fell back into the unconscious darkness.