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“Sorry, I have a tendency to take long showers.” “No problem, uh, Master?” “Mistress,” she corrected, “But Betsy is fine.” He nodded, involuntarily thinking about how she was completely nude under the bathrobe. She sat down in the recliner and began combing her hair. “Today is lesson two. You get to learn your first spell, and I get to be your practice.” She paused as she worked through a knot. “So here are the basics. All spells have two parts. First you say the rights words to ‘load’ the spell. You’ll feel your aura gathering asian around your fingertips. Then you ‘shoot’ by pointing your fingers and letting the energy fly out of them. It’s kind of like cumming.” “Ok, sounds simple enough, what are the words?” “Luminis igne libidinis,” we call it a Lustball, I think it started as a joke about Fireball spells. “Are those real?” “Sure, we can’t really do them as Lust Magi though. I knew this Pride Witch that would just roast people.” Again, so many questions, but he was itching to try his first spell. “Ok here I go, you want me to aim it at you?” Betsy stopped combing her hair and got up from the chair. Then she let her robe fall to the floor. His breath caught in his throat. If such a thing as perfect tits existed, she had them. They were cantaloupe sized, and clearly natural. They hung from her chest magnificently under the orange candlelight. They gently sloped downwards from her collarbone, and then tipped slightly up perky at massage her puffy areola. Her legs were long and sculpted. Slight lines at her hips pointed to her crotch. He was surprised to see a trimmed lawn of curly black pubes there, covering the details of what was underneath. She opened up her arms, “Give me all you’ve got honey.” He pulled off his jacket in preparation, then spoke the words, “Luminis igne libidinis.” He balked japan at the shake in his voice. But despite the delivery, the effect was immediate. A surge of swirling desire made its way down his arms. It felt like his fingers were coiled springs, ready to burst. He lifted them up, they trembled as much as japanese his voice had. Betsy closely watched his hands as he aimed them at her chest. He let the springs explode. My prick just kept spurting japanese and spurting. The thing on the cover turned out to be a bed with something pushed into the frame in the middle. It was then that he told me that we were going to stop in a bay that has a nice beach. “Take a seat, young man. We have a lot to talk about.” One that was shaped like a plug, and one that just looked like a popsicle. Some of his mates came up to us and started talking. Only my P and her V were in contact. "Good job Sergeant," Murph yelled, saluting the soldier who stood under the burning bodies. He walked into the bathroom and began brushing his teeth watching his reflection in the mirror. You’re not exactly the first japan girl to get fucked on that table,” Lisa hinted, perky winking. “For heaven’s sake shut up and fuch me!” Ekatrina pleaded, as Boris bored into her crushing her clit with his thrusting and sending warm waves of pleasure coursing through her veins. My dick throbbed at that realization. I saw an ad online looking for "Exhibitionist Waiter for Private Party". I also bought you something. Chloe on the other hand just lay on the desk exactly where she had been left, a look of complete exhaustion on her face. To act holier-than-thou. "No matter what happens, I'm right here, Holly." “Well the fact they only see each other for the BDSM. I gagged and Cali quickly turned away to retch in a corner. A voice came from behind me on the massage quay, Ripples of pulsing agony continued to surge through him. “Good, what do I have to wear and how do we get there?” We did not say a word to each other and we just kept working on putting the asian dishes away. Or for me? I’d have a mutiny if that changed.” Tonight, I am so horny.