The loser of a wizard duel doesn't usually know about it - they're just gone, polymorphed or disintegrated or roasted alive. My opponent was a little more creative. Not only did he turn me into a cute girl, he made it so that channelling even the sligh
I’m gonna take that tight little bussy and breed it so fucking deep. I’m slamming in raw, skin on skin, I’ll pin you down, make you take it—long, vicious strokes , pounding that spot until you are whimpering and leaking