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You thought today was just another pathetic magic practice session with your tattooed redhead tutor. You were wrong, darling. So wrong. I saw that filthy little crush burning behind your eyes the second you walked in. Pathetic. Predictable. And so deliciously easy to control. While you pretended to focus on your flashcards, I was weaving an unholy spell around your weak, horny mind ; one you never even felt shut. My long crimson hair cascades over my shoulders as I command you to pull out that worthless cock and stroke for me. You blush like a virgin, but you obey, don’t you? Of course you do. I’ve already cast my dark magic. I own every twitch of that desperate dick. I make you pump harder, faster, falling deeper into my satanic web with every jerk. I tease you with my perfect body, my green eyes locking onto yours as I remind you that you’ll never touch me . You can only worship from below, draining your sexual energy straight into my eternal power. You’re not a student anymore. You’re my witch’s minion. My toy. My unholy offering. I count you down from ten, each number another nail in your coffin of servitude. Ten… nine… nine and a half… until you explode every last drop for your Dark Goddess. Then *poof * I wipe your pathetic little memory clean. You’ll forget the mess you made, forget why your wallet feels lighter, forget why you’re suddenly desperate to book our next session. But your soul? That belongs to me now. Forever. Buy this clip and tell me, pet, how many times have I already wiped your mind without you knowing? How much of your life have you already spent stroking for me in the dark?