“Uhhh!” he yelled, suddenly feeling spunk gushing through his wand and into his pants, a wet, shiny patch soon appearing on the front of his trousers and clarifying the situation to all the passing shoppers.
He splurged into her Jack and Coke, but she still drank it, the Coke pouring most eagerly, the Jack a bit heavier but still running smoothly, and the semen hanging back for a moment before suddenly slopping out all at once and, yep, all over her face where it belonged.
He bit into the apple, enjoying a huge chunk of sweet, crunchy flesh and hungrily swallowing it in his lust for more. The second bite, though, was composed mostly of the hidden brown mush at the apple’s heart, yet he didn’t realise until he swallowed and the rotting stuff hit the back of his throat, suddenly prompting him to hurl it back out with a whole lot more in train, not just apple flesh but also the previous pack of bacon-flavoured Skips and, after another big heave, an old galosh.
He suddenly remembered his first ever handjob and came hard into the pond.