In one of the beds, three bodies shake in an intense sexual act. Two boys, Jaune and Cardin, formerly rivals, have now joined together to enjoy an unf...rgettable love session with nothing more and nothing less than Glynda Goodwitch. Yes, Professor Glynda Goodwitch, a woman known for being cold and extremely rational, almost like a she's a robot without emotions. Fortunately for the hunstmen, that was not the case, their hot teacher between the howling at the top of her lungs from the pleasure.-. As usual, it was like my womanhood had died a thousand little deaths, and gone on to a different, perfect heaven in each of these tiny afterlives. As I slid down, pussy-gobbling a preposterous amount of him, Oluth placed his palms upon the ground band arched his back slightly, seeming to set himself up for an optimal position. Then he took off, and I saw what a pale and flaccid substitute magic was compared to the great Bull. His cock impaled and unsheathed from my pussy at a pace that made. “Good," she retorted. “That was just an entree, you might say. I know you are not good with surprises but I hope you can see your way clear to let me have some fun with this, um… lets just say, I have a plan!” I nodded, a little lost for words and still riding my orgasmic high. “You can recover yourself there,” she whispered and stood. “I’ll be back in a jiffy.” I leant back into the ‘oh-so-comfy’ lounge and dreamily drifted away. It is quite amazing how your perspective of a day can change. I pulled out of her and walked around the table. I pushed her head down. She reached back and tried to push me away, but I grabbed her hands easily and with my other hand pushed her head over the side of the table. I looked over at the woman against the wall, still watching intently. Dont worry, she cant move from that table and she cant move her legs. It looked like she was trying to roll to move, but she obviously couldnt. It wasnt the weight of her chest, it was whatever magic she had. I.