Fuck she looks so damn good. I go to try to grab her bare tits but nothing happens. I feel as though my body is in a vise— no words can escape, my body won't move. I look down at her as she rubs her face into my dick making my dick twitch and swells. Fuck yes, my dick still works.
Whatever she crafted is different than last time. Last time I was able to use my body, everything was just amplified and I didn't recall everything the next morning.
Oh God—yes I want my dick out, my brain screams when I hear her talking to my dick like it's a puppy dog. Take it out and suck it, fuck it, put it between your tits... something!
It's the oddest experience ever, I can feel my raging dick trying to bust through my pants and slam into her pussy like is a precision-guided munition, while the rest of my body has endured a stroke.
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One Wicked Night
RomanceWITCH.SPELL.SINFUL PLAY MATURE SEXUAL CONTENT, light BDSM Note: I revamped this story and published it on Medium @kcholt ***CHECK OUT MY PUBLISHED BOOKS ON AMAZON. SEARCH KC HOLT*** It is all written on my phone so there WILL be typos and grammatic...
