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Chapter 8 by MoteDog MoteDog

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We Fuck to Rock and Roll!

“Sam,” he said, moving towards his sexy blonde, ready to embrace her. He felt the breeze and the bobbing of his cock; he knew he wasn’t at the church or the hotel they had reserved - but there was really only one thing he cared about at this time. And she had to keep him that way: She embraced him first!

She nearly came from their flesh-against-flesh touches! While she pressed her tits into him, he ran his hands over and down her, finally grasping her perfect ass. This was how he hugged her, pulling her bared body against his with only his rigid cock bent between them. His needs overruled the discomfort this put it in.

Samantha had more sympathy for his discomfort. “Darrin, I know magic.”

“You are magic,” he smiled at his bride.

“I am.” And she levitated herself from the floor.

From Darrin’s perspective, it was like she was growing taller than him. (Women should be shorter than men.) But he realized she was hovering when her wet slit grazed against the tip of his precum-seeping cockhead. “What’s happening?” he asked, uncertain how to react. “Is this some stage magician’s trick?”

“If that idea makes you happy. This will make you happier!” And she lowered her cunt down onto his hardon.

Darrin forgot about his uncertainty! His wife being so incredibly light, which made him seem so incredibly strong, put away whatever questions he had in the back of his mind.

This was a position she had always wanted to use with her husband. But it wasn’t Mortal enough for him. This husband only cared about fucking his new wife. By the time he would be in any condition to care about anything else, he should be safely back in the past. What they do now would be in the future and, so, hadn’t happened to him, yet. The timeline should then properly mend.

Holding onto his broad shoulders, she “leaned” back, curving her back to have her cunt at best angle for insertion. His cock securely within her, she brought her legs fully around his back. Their muscles played beneath her hot, soft, and satiny flesh as they drew her sheath along the length of his cock. The spell propelled her away from him without their bodies ever losing contact. Her legs would then hug herself back to him. Over and over this was wonderfully repeated to the music kept her and his thrusts in synch to the rhythm of sex. “We fuck to rock and roll; its magic power is our main goal...!”

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