Sex Spell Seduction

The Witch’s Temptation

I was sipping my favorite drink, a martini, at the bar, just like any other night. Eventually, the man I was craving for the night walked right up to the seat next to me. Who was he? I didn’t care. All I knew is he had the raw sexual energy that this horny witch needed that night. One look at him and I was ready to cast my sex spell. As he nursed his own drink next to me, my fingers tingled ready to indulge the breeding kink I ached for. After watching him finish his drink, I leaned and whispered, “Aren’t you buying the next round?”

“I’m married,” he said, with a gruff, uninterested voice. The ring on his finger meant nothing. I wanted him, and when I want something, I take it.

His Resistance, My Desire

When charm failed, magic took over. My fingertips brushed the air near his neck, tracing the invisible sigil of submission. Just a few words of my favorite sex spell and that married man, was all mine for the night. After finishing the drink he inevitably bought me, I lured him back home to my candlelit lair.

I commanded him to make himself comfortable and provided him a supplemental drink to amp up the sex spell. “Drink,” I commanded. He obeyed. The moment my concoction hit his tongue, his cock swelled, growing bigger, harder, thicker until he was up to my pussy’s standards. His eyes momentarily betrayed his body, I could see the confusion and desperation from a man not knowing he was going to cheat on his wife tonight, all because of a witch’s sex spell.

Sex Spell In Action

Tonight, I wanted to be fucked and bred like a common whore. I wanted this man’s massive cock to spill his load of thick, creamy cum deep into my little cunt. And with my sex spell in full force, I pushed him down and climbed onto his perfectly curated cock ready to be overflowing with pleasure.

“Tell me,” I whispered between gasps, “how does it feel to betray your wife under my sex spell?” His answer was a broken moan, a confession of surrender that only made me grind harder.

Ready to be dominated, I yanked him from beneath me, got on my hands and knees and backed that slick pussy and fat ass onto his throbbing cock. I uttered a few additions to my sex spell that compelled him to grab my hits and begin to thrust that cock deeper and harder inside of me. I began letting out guttural moans and screams at the ferocity with which he fucked me. This married man was giving me everything I needed.

Sex Spell Success

When his orgasm finally surged, I clutched his shoulders and let myself unravel, screaming his name like a ritual chant. I threw my ass back on him, and squeezed my pussy as tight as I could around him, forcing him to fill my pussy with every ounce of his cum.

I let him sleep off the sex spell and potion for the rest of the night, counting down the minutes before he woke up with the realization he did cheat on his beloved wife. This was a sex confession he was sure to keep to himself; buried beneath the shame of betrayal, all because of a horny witch.

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