One Wicked Night

Lisa I

I crafted something amazing. Mark and I loved the last one, but I feel this one will be even better. I tweaked the incantation a little and am going to try it out on him tonight.

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LATER THAT EVENING

I knock on Mark's door with the wafer in hand. He opened the door to greet me and I jump on him, my lips meeting his. I shove my tongue into his mouth to throw him off guard, exploring, him tasting of whiskey. He is so fucking hot, smelling like cedarwood. As we kiss, I stick my finger into his mouth with the wafer on it. I feel it dissolve in his mouth almost instantly. My little fuck boy. You're mine tonight. He loves fucking me, especially when I throw in a little craft. I know I promised him he could have his way with me the next time—I lied. Big deal, he will forgive me tomorrow. Until then, I have no doubt in my mind he will love every moment of tonight.

As he climbs into bed, I give him a swift smack on the ass. It fucking hurt like hell—his ass is hard as a rock!

He rolls over into his back speech slurring and says, "Babe, what's on for tonight? A little handy?"
I can tell the wafer is effecting him— a handy, what are we, in middle school? 
"Just sit back and enjoy the ride," I say as I pull my top off over my head. I reach behind, unsnapping my bra, allowing my perky breasts free.
I hear him moan as he looks at them.

He is awake and cognitive but can neither speak nor move his body parts, save his cock, as I see his bobbing in his pants. The spell is working.
"Want free little guy?" I lower my face to his jeans, whispering to his thick cock. I look up at Mark to see him eyes widen. I nuzzle my face into jeans, feeling his hard cock press back up against my face. I am getting so fucking wet— my pussy warming.