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She looked into his eyes. She saw nothing. She saw a void in his eyes that stood for everything that sucked her with unadulterated cruelty into the afterlife. She wanted to know what that felt like before she died. She pressed her wet face into his. He kissed back out of reaction. He held no power. She had bewitched him with a kiss. Now he belonged to her. She took his hand and led him over to an oak beam. She placed her right hand firmly against the beam. With her left she lifted away all the black magic that hid the organ she had been cursed with since birth. He dropped his black trousers to the ground. His member no longer belonged to him. He would serve her purposes the same way the firm oak beam did. He swept his bush broom deep inside of her and her mind started flying. The fine, spindly hairs on his crotch brushed against her plump rump. She started to shout a binding spell which pinned him to her and made him squirm and thrust for freedom. The spell had the desired effect. His cock knocked against her g-spot; a beggar trying to find a home for the night. He churned her insides over and over. Her lips spouted hocus pocus. He pressed her. He pressed her. He pressed her. She cackled with a practiced maniacal lilt in her voice that would have made the soft hairs of a black cat stand on end.He pressed harder against her. He pressed harder yet. Then all manner of semen scrambled from his divine rod and into her demonic pit. A spasm wracked his body as if Satan possessed him for dark chores. A sea pleasing orgasm rolled through her body in a wave. ”
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