What the Hex

by Jessica Clare

And I’m sure not going to tell him that I orgasmed the moment he “reached” into my magic.

I'm sorry WHAT?!??!!???

Instead of being annoyed by his demanding words, I feel my pussy clench, hard, in anticipation of the spellcasting.

I cant not laugh at this like come on

Yikes. Now that he mentions it, maybe I’m not the best sort for that. My version of torture isn’t exactly the same as his. “I was thinking more like . . . tickling.”

Girl wtf

“This little pussy did miss me, didn’t it?” “So much,” she whimpers. “Please, Will.”

I hate this book