Turn the table. Literally and figuratively

John ripped off his shirt and kicked off his pants. Elena smirked and pulled off her shirt and sports bra. She started to pump John with her feet. John suddenly jerked up and flipped the table away from over them. He pushed her legs apart and lifted her over his hips.

"Points for creativity." Elena noted, clutching to John's back. He tried to thrust into her, but was blocked by her shorts. John grunted in annoyance.

"Hold on." He said, dropping his hands to her ass. He grabbed her shorts in the fistfuls, literally ripping them off of her.

"Ooh!" Elena said, she sounded genuinely surprised. He lowered her onto his entire 11 inches. Elena moaned. John slammed into her again. He felt her walls squeeze against his cock. John was surprised when he felt the walls continue to squeeze him.

Elena leaned off of John's back, only to push her lips onto his, shoving her tongue down his throat. He felt something odd. Out of the corner of John's eye, he caught a pink spark fly towards their crotches. John jumped into action.

"Oh fuck!" John tried to shove her off. Elena giggled, her vagina milking him like a hand on an udder. (*editor's note* No, I don't respect your boner)

Elena released her long legs from their vice grip hold on John's hips. Her vagina tugged hard on his dick. They were stuck together.

"A fucking vaginal strengthening spell." John cursed. He reached for his wand. John cursed again. It was in his jeans... Which were on the floor.