That moment—that single moment—set in motion a struggle for power that Gina had never imagined. Milf sex And to share her magic with some twerp, just because he had good genes. And had she ever been this frustratingly hungry before? Finally, the smile returned to his face as he caught the meaning of her euphemism. That was the natural state of things. The only problem was her own confused expression reflected in his eyes. The grey shirt hemmed at just the right angle to give her a view of the outline hidden behind his basketball shorts. Or so he would like her to believe. This must’ve been what a saltwater fish felt like when it was bred in captivity and then for no reason at all thrown into the ocean. Not until something else had physically taken its rightful place. Why am I’m holding a cock right now? From the observation room, Gina watched the silent movie play across the pixelated screen. As the witch tugged on the man’s collar, the man lurched back. Not alone in a way
