Part 6 of 6The grandfather clock chimed, time resumed, and the air started to clear of energy and magic. The only remnant of what transpired was the faint smell of sweat and sex. The rooms candles lit up and Zoë stood up, the wand in her hand, her face flush, her body covered in perspiration. She ran her hand between her legs, felt her mound, and let out a sigh of relief. Zoë’s eyes focused on her friend as her back was turned towards her. She looked at her hand, where the wand was secured and held it up not saying anything, The room buzzed and whirred, the clock struck again. Coral heard movement, and felt the room shift. She looked over her shoulder. Her eyes went wide, and she started to run fast towards the door, her hat fell back, gripping it she darted out with speed, only to feel a warm fizzle and pop around her. She stopped in her tracks and looked down, were a hard pulsing cock looked up at her. “My Turn.” -End Written by Zoë Willows Edited by Kimmi Skye
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