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thighs.
    “All my condoms are inside the house.” He sounded tortured.
    Cass’ eyes widened. Maybe she could do something about that. Not giving herself time to think about it, she thought about what she wanted and –
    POP!
    A foil-wrapped condom appeared between her fingers.
    Tom started laughing.
    “That’s a handy trick.”
    Encouraged by her success, Cass giggled.
    “Let’s try this.”
    Cass delighted in the thrill of witchy naughtiness, marveling at her little accomplishment. This must be what her sisters felt like all the time.
    She opened her fingers, and Tom gasped as the condom hovered in the air, and then shed its wrapper and floated across the room to land with unerring precision on the head of his cock.
    Bullseye.
     
    TOM SHUDDERED AT the feeling of warm, invisible fingers stroking the condom down his thick shaft. White-knuckled, he gripped the edge of the table while the phantom touch proceeded to stroke and cuddle his balls. The inferno inside kicked up a notch when he caught a glimpse of the slow grin that spread across Cass’ face as he pumped up into the air. The impish glee on her face pulled a low groan from his throat and his head fell back on his shoulders.
    And then she was there, pushing him back on the table, yanking his jeans off his legs, and clambering up to straddle him, settling her sweet pussy against his desperate cock. An empty flowerpot crashed to the ground.
    “I’m sure there’s a joke here about witches’ broomsticks and hard wood,” he groaned, “but all the blood has left my brain.”
    “I can still turn you into a frog. In theory.”
    He couldn’t think of anything to say, because at that moment she fitted the fat crown of his dick against her slick folds and started sinking down, blissfully tight and hot.
    This is witchcraft right here, he thought, and then stopped thinking altogether.
     
    CASS FELT EVERY inch of Tom’s hard cock as he filled her with his own kind of magic, rasping each nerve ending in her weeping pussy, taking him to the hilt. Her sheath felt tight and stretched, and he throbbed within her, tension coiling low in her abdomen when she started to move.
    “Ride me, sweet witch,” Tom murmured underneath her, his fingers gripping her hips, helping her glide up and down as they found their rhythm, straining against each other, skin sheened with sweat. Faster and faster, the heat building with each delicious stroke, his body a wonder as she rode him, drowning in the green fire of his eyes and the pulse of his blood under the thin skin of the shaft buried deep within her body. She barely noticed when they left the table, levitating higher and higher until her head brushed the leafy canopy that had grown from her previous orgasm.
    Tom’s eyes only widened at the sudden change in elevation, but he said nothing, just held her hips down and started fucking her hard and deep, ramping up the tension coiled in her body. Cass could do nothing but hold on as he jackhammered up, hot and thick and so male she wanted to melt. Just when she thought she couldn’t stand it another second, he moved one hand to flick her swollen clit.
    “Come, Cass. Come for me.”
    Cass screamed as she detonated, pleasure consuming her in flames so bright she thought she might go blind. Her vision wavered. Below her, she felt Tom following her over with a guttural shout of his own, arching his back before going limp. She collapsed against his chest, wrecked, as they drifted down to the table. Suddenly, from outside –
    BOOM! BOOM!
    Something wet and heavy splattered against the glass roof of the greenhouse, like rain or mud.
    Cass’ eyes widened.
    “Oh no.”
    She sucked in a breath as she separated herself from Tom, the thick warmth of his shaft rubbing against tender flesh as he pulled out.
    Cass slid off the table, grabbed her nightshirt, and pulled it on in one swift motion as she raced for the door, skidding to a halt in the doorway, her stomach dropping.
    Tom came up behind