It is interesting to compare Oberon's love juice with the love potion that Tristan and Isolde drink […]

His seed poured slowly into me, and I wanted all he could give. My thirsty body drank his love juice as the desert flower drinks the slight morning dew. In an instant he was gone.

A very few thrusts brought down my love juice again, and I also felt him shoot a tremendously warm flood of his essence into my longing cunt. Our lips were joined in fierce loving, tongue-sucking kisses, whilst I threw my legs over his buttocks, and heaved up my bottom to meet his manly action with the most libidinous abandon.

The next moment I began caressing her red clitoris with my hot, stiff organ: Lorna sighed deeply once or twice and her eyes turned up; slowly I pushed my prick in to the full and drew it out again to the lips, then in again and I felt her warm love-juice gush as she drew up her knees even higher to let me further in[…]

Love juice

Meaning

Noun