Bewitched to Be Mine

I do love the cool crisp air of fall. There’s something magical about the leaves turning. You can feel it in the air. The land gives off a different energy as the season change. You see, this is the time when my magic begins to come to its full. What do I mean? Well, I’m a witch, silly. I probably should have told you before I invited you over, but then you might not have shown up. I couldn’t risk that. I need a sacrifice for my magic ritual after all. Today that’s going to be you. I’m going to drain all of your energy straight through you cock and out of your body until it is mine to do with as I please. There’s no escaping, you’re already under my spell. It’s the witching season.