The pink fairy on my shoulder was now hovering in front of my face so that his hard penis slid against my extended tongue as he bent to suck on the lobe of my ear. As the head of the fairy's hard organ pushed against my wet tongue, it suddenly grew remarkably disproportionate to his body size. In a flash, the swiftly, swelling bud of the pink fellow's staff blossomed and exploded in my mouth. Simultaneously, the engorged volcano between my legs spewed forth with its hot, thick lava. A line of smaller purple fairies seemed to appear out of nowhere. As soon as a shot of my hot cum escaped the tip of my cock and hit the air, one of the purple fairies would gather it up in clear, round spheres and fly off with it. When I climax, I cum fast, far, and furious, so there was quite a flurry of purple fairies fervently buzzing about but not missing a drop of the precious, milky fluid.
I don't know how long I lay and basked in the glow of my ultimate sexual experience. The sun had begun its descent behind the garden walls. The original six fairies were still with me as I slowly brought myself up to a sitting position. I felt spent and charged at the same time as some of the fairies, slower and less frantic, continued collecting their bounty. A pink fairy straddled my slowly shrinking manhood, waiting to collect that last drop of cum, while the green fairy continued to lick my feet clean.
