Presto's up to her old tricks

Presto kicked the legs from under Ann, maintaining her sleeper hold on the mat. “You are getting verrrry sleeeeepy,” she purred into Ann’s ear before tonguing inside it. Ann groaned and struggled, but couldn’t do much to stop her. Presto gave a flick of her wrist, producing from her sleeve a long stage wand.

“Let’s see if we can’t pull something out of this rabbit hole, hm?”
“Oh no you ohhhhhh!” Ann groaned as Presto delicately teasing the stick up and around Ann’s pussy through her shorts. Ann moaned and struggled weakly as the magician menaced her cunt. She finally jerked away from Ann, giving a flourish of her hand a quick jerk of her fingertips. Ann spun wildly away from her, catching her balance just before she noticed that Presto has whipped off all of her clothes in one motion.

Presto gave a bow to the crowd briefly, waving the goth’s remaining clothes over her head before throwing them aside and returning to her opponent.