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Broomstick Bewitchment

Broomstick Bewitchment

Jill's dorm room glowed with floating candles as she leaned against her desk, arms crossed, eyeing Jack with that signature smirk. "We've been tripping over each other's spells since we were kids, Jack. Now you're staring at my ass like it's the forbidden grimoire. Spill it—romantic feelings, or just another magic school crush?"

Jack chuckled, rubbing his neck, but his gaze lingered. "Jill, your wit cuts deeper than a cursed blade. If I admitted wanting more than friendship, you'd hex me into next term. What's the game tonight?"

She poured two vials of shimmering pink liquid into goblets, her voice sharp and teasing. "A little experiment. Call it a 'bond enhancer.' Drink with me, no questions. Or are you scared it'll reveal how horny we've both been?"

They clinked and downed the potion. At first, silence. Then Jack shifted, eyes widening. "Jill, what the—my cock's... growing? It's hardening like a damn broomstick!"

Jill laughed, but her breath hitched as heat flooded her core. "Feels deeper on my end—my pussy's stretching, wet and dripping already. Strong move, potion. But I'm no submissive damsel; you're following my lead."

She shoved him onto the bed, straddling his thighs as his elongated cock throbbed, hard and massive. "Blowjob first?" she quipped, gripping it firmly. "Or shall I ride this broomstick till we're both panting and sweating?"

Jack groaned, hands on her hips. "You're in charge, as always. But don't think I won't make that ass bounce."

Jill's pussy dripped onto him as she lowered herself, taking his length inch by inch, the magic making every thrust explosive. They moved together, horny and urgent, her strong rhythm driving them toward climax.

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