TWO WITCHES FILLED WITH DESIRE

. Two women, two witches, born on opposite sides of the world, came together to meet me in Los Angles.

One radiated heat and fire, her breast were incredible.  Perfect in many respects.  Teardrop,  Natural, Delicate and firm to the touch.

The other was cool elegance, with a small tight little pussy that held onto your penis so wet and warm.

When they met me Los Angeles palace, the two witches glow with energy and spells as they masterbate with vibrators, touching and feeling each other.

Then Alan fucks both witches in a powerful threesome.  The air crackles with the colored energies as the witches touch each other, eat each other’s pussy, get fucked and suck pussy-creamed cock, and smashed in all kinds of positions.

Power and lust tangled in the air, the three of them consumed by something beyond simple attraction.

Clothes peeled away, wet mouths and searching hands claiming, tasting, exploring. Their magic crackled, energy flaring brighter with every moan, every desperate thrust. Nia was fire, nails digging, body arching, hungry. Sky was ice, slow, teasing, the contrast setting Alan’s skin ablaze.

The storm of pleasure built, the room thick with heat and magic, their bodies moving like an unholy ritual. Every gasp, every shudder sent pulses of color through the air, their magic feeding off the pleasure, surging, expanding—until the entire palace hummed with dark, primal energy.

But magic this wild, this forbidden, always has a cost.

As the pleasure reaches its peak, something awakens beneath them—a force neither sister understands, something older than desire, older than them. And now, it wants more.

By dawn, the palace will never be the same. And neither will they.