Elixir Of Devotion, A Halloween Special. Your Sexy Witch fallen under a lust spell and desperate for cock. The candles flicker. The cauldron bubbles. I, your voluptuous sexy witch, stand before my ancient grimoire in nothing but sheer black lace that clings to every curve, my heavy breasts straining against the see through fabric, nipples dark and visible like forbidden sigils. My thigh-high fishnets and glossy patent boots complete the spell, pure erotic sorcery. This Halloween I needed a love potion. From the book of spells I read the Elixir of Devotion, a love potion meant to bind another to my will. But one ingredient is wrong, one drop of Whispers Of Midnight is mistaken, and the potion turns inward. A steel blue haze clouds my vision. My pulse thunders between my thighs. I glance up, and lock eyes with myself in the mirror. The reflection is not me. It is her, a succubus version of myself, lips parted, eyes glowing with insatiable hunger. The elixir has bound me to the only soul in the room, myself. The lust is immediate, volcanic, unstoppable. I tear at the lace, freeing my tits with a gasp in desperation. My hands, her hands, cup them, pinch, twist. I need more, I need bigger. Each one disappears into my gaping, stretched cunt with obscene wet sounds, stretching me wider, deeper, until my legs tremble in these boots. I ride them unable to stop. I fuck myself senseless over and over. The hunger builds. I need the ultimate phallus. From the shadows I draw it, a colossal dildo, thicker than my wrist, longer than my forearm, veins like twisted roots. I position myself on all fours before the mirror, and impale myself. The stretch is blinding, pain and ecstasy braided into one screaming orgasm after orgasm. Is it finally finished, I glance in the mirror and it the sensation builds again. This will never be over. Happy Halloween. Care for a sip? FreelyKaty