Teen Witch: A Chilling Adventures Of Sabrina Parody

Selena moves like she’s getting away with murder, snagging strands of hair from two brushes and hurrying back to the table loaded with candle wax and petals. She dumps the strands into the bowl, stirs in the rest, and the air crackles as the spell starts. She knows it’s way above her pay grade, but her pussy’s been wet for days thinking about the only two witches in the house. Across the hall, Hildie’s mind snaps. One second she’s wiping dishes, the next she’s soaked and picturing both her step-sister and their bratty little stepsibling naked, begging, dripping. Need slams into her so hard she stumbles. She has to have them—now. She finds Zeldie in the hall and basically tackles her. Hildie’s hands are everywhere, tongue out, eyes glassy. Zeldie’s pissed until the smell of raw horniness hits; then she catches on fast—there’s only one pint-size witch reckless enough to pull this shit. Dragging the horny mess with her, she hunts Selena down. Selena owns up quick: she’s tired of being left out of the fun they share. Spell was supposed to boost feelings already there, not rewrite brains. Zeldie calls bullshit when she spots the extra blonde strand—Selena dumped twice Hildie’s hair in the bowl and zero of her own. Bottom line, the spell’s stuck on max power, and the only cure left is messy, sweaty, three-way release. Hildie drops to her knees before they finish talking, face-first in her own soaked panties. Zeldie and Selena kneel right behind her, tongues lapping up the mess, then it’s an all-in fuck fest. They swap positions every few strokes—Hildie bent open while Selena rides Zeldie’s fingers, Zeldie on her back with both girls tasting each other at once—panting, slapping, coming, licking, repeating. Each orgasm chips away at the hex, and they aren’t stopping until the magic finally snaps and leaves nothing but sore, satisfied witches in its wake.