Triple trouble, whips, and chains, Pass her round, fuck out her brains! Every witch must take three turns, Give this sister what she yearns. Thrice with each she must be made to cum, Screaming, shaking, she must succumb. Use her cunt as a `cauldron’s brew...
The bar was small and intimate, the low vaulted ceiling and exposed brickwork amplifying the near Gothic look. Its discreet location hidden under the railway arches, well off the beaten track for those not in the know. Drawing only the most of discerning...