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"Majik Rite"

Hey vixen, I'll embrace you, if
you're anything like Wiccan;
gaze into your sexual eyes on magical nights, warmed by
intense fire of our kindred soul

Pull you closely, invoking erotic ecstasy within my hold � � � � � � � �

Tempt your spirits, into breeding, lusting, thriving, writhing, thrusting � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �

As you let go � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �

With my hard-earned sweat, I'll salt your body; letting it run down your silken skin... like great drops of rain, it'll fall-

Showering your flesh, and, seep into your every pore; you'll be watered by
my essence and become one with
My Pagan soul

Eyes of insatiable lust, gaze into your soul, and, tongue like ancient serpent slithers his way deep; Oh, so deep, down passing through open lips, over your swollen clit, and, into your now wide open and gaping soul

Gasping deeply; resisting weakly, you cum as you can take no more