Stuck Up Bitch Meets Three Witches...: And Becomes Free Use

She came to shoot video. They kept her for dinner. Sloane is a twenty-two-year-old valley brat with a camera, a rating for everything, and a mouth that never shuts up. Deep in the woods she finds a crooked cottage and films the bit: look how stupid this is. She turns around. Three witches are already watching. Briar, Moth, and Vesper do not buy the attitude. Not the six-out-of-ten. Not I’m not even scared. Not I don’t even like girls. They offer tea. They offer the table. Wrists up. Ankles spread. A broom that is not a prop. What starts as a dare becomes free use. Spit. Palm. Stack. The red light dies and the moans have nowhere to hide. She tries to stay a bitch. Her body files the opposite report. When she finally says please out loud, they do not untie her for it. They teach her the house. Sweep. Stir. Swallow. A dress that means yes. The door stays a door. She puts the sneakers on. She takes them off. She asks for the rope with her own hands. Dark lesbian free-use erotica. Slow-burn brat to begging. Witches who do not flinch. A girl who came to be the loudest thing in the woods and stayed to be one of them. 18+. Filthy. No fade-to-black. Read Now!