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Ann stood gracefully on one foot on Presto’s neck, the magician gagging helplessly beneath her as her toes locked around her throat. Ann danced gleefully on her one leg, crushing her windpipe.

“Don’t worry, poser. You ain’t so bad, so I’ll go ahead and make this not so bad.” She kicked off her shoes, revealing her long, toeless black socks and she ran her toes up and down Presto’s pussy. Presto’s eyes went wide, gaping noiselessly.

“What is it, magic girl? Wanna scream? Wanna cry? Wanna say how much this hurts? Well you got no idea what real pain is! Not with your fancy tricks and buncha fans kissin your ass. It’s time someone knocked you DOWN a peg!”

At the word “down,” she twisted her foot, her toes yanking on Presto’s clit and making her cum. Presto made several attempts to scream, but couldn’t find the air and collapsed on the mat. The bell rang as the topless goth raised her fist to the crowd.