Come Dance With the Witchwood Boys

by C.M. Stunich

“You’re so good, Kate. My God. That cunt of yours is a powerhouse. You’re suffocating my dick, and all I know is that I love it. I could die happy underneath you, baby.”

The Witchwoods giveth … and the Witchwoods taketh the fuck away.

You’re the fall hard, fall fast type, aren’t you? Tanner signs out, but I ignore him, too. Eyes for Kate. Only for Kate.

“God, this is hell on earth,” Kate groans, putting her face in her hands. “Makes me feel sorry for Hawk Tuah Girl.”

“What? You’ll let me spit cum in your mouth, but I can’t use your toothbrush? I thought we were getting somewhere, Kate.”

“You don’t have to worry about me falling in love with you. Kitten, out of everyone I’ve ever met, you’re my favorite. It’s as easy as that.”

I’m trapped with two dicks, but you’re blessed with three.”

It’s the sex talking. A person should never make big decisions during or after mind-blowing sex.