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• Witch Phone Sex: Find the biggest cock

  March 9, 2026

  Tabitha the Witch’s Spell for the Biggest Cock

  Deep in the moonlit woods of Waifu Wonderland, Tabitha the Witch paced her candle-lit cottage. Her long black hair cascaded over her barely-there black lace corset, and her short skirt rode up every time she bent to check her grimoire. For months the local warlocks and village studs had left her aching and unsatisfied. Their cocks were decent, sure… but decent wasn’t enough for a witch who craved size, power, and raw, stretching pleasure.

  “Tonight,” she whispered, eyes glowing emerald, “I’m done settling. I’m casting the ultimate spell—the one that will fly me straight to the man with the biggest cock in all the realms.”

  She crushed moonlight dew, stallion mane, and a drop of her own sweet nectar into a silver bowl. Chanting in the ancient tongue, Tabitha raised her arms. Purple lightning crackled around her fingers. “By moon and star and throbbing desire, reveal the cock that sets my soul on fire! Guide my broom through sky and mist, to the thickest shaft I cannot resist!”

  The spell exploded outward. A glowing arrow of light shot through the window, pointing deep into the enchanted forest. Tabitha grinned wickedly, grabbed her favorite broomstick—the one polished smooth and curved just right for riding—and straddled it. The wood pressed teasingly between her already-damp thighs. With a whoosh she launched into the night sky, wind whipping her skirt up and exposing her bare, glistening pussy to the stars.

  She flew fast and low, breasts bouncing, heart pounding with lust. The magical beacon grew brighter. Below her, the forest canopy parted, and there he was: a towering, shirtless woodsman chopping logs by a crystal stream. Moonlight glistened on his rippling muscles. Even from twenty feet up she could see the massive bulge straining against his trousers—thick, heavy, and unmistakably the biggest she had ever sensed.

  

  Tabitha soaring on her broom—watch her fly straight to the cock of her dreams!

  Tabitha landed with graceful precision, broom hovering obediently beside her. The woodsman dropped his axe, eyes wide as the gorgeous black-haired witch sauntered toward him, hips swaying. “You… you’re real,” he breathed, voice husky.

  “Very real,” she purred, reaching out to cup the enormous outline in his pants. “And my spell says this monster is all mine tonight.” She dropped to her knees on the soft moss, yanked his trousers down, and gasped in delight. His cock sprang free—thick as her wrist, veined, and easily ten inches of rock-hard perfection. She licked her lips, then took him into her mouth, stretching her jaw wide, sucking greedily while her hands stroked what she couldn’t swallow.

  He groaned, fingers tangling in her hair. Tabitha moaned around his girth, saliva dripping down her chin. After a few minutes of worship she stood, spun around, and bent over a fallen log, skirt flipped up. “Fuck me,” she demanded. “Stretch this witch pussy with that huge cock.”

  He didn’t hesitate. The fat head pressed against her slick entrance and pushed inside—inch after thick inch splitting her open. Tabitha cried out in pure bliss as he bottomed out, balls-deep, her walls clenching around the biggest cock she’d ever taken. He gripped her hips and started pounding, deep and relentless, the sound of skin slapping echoing through the trees.

  She came hard within minutes, screaming into the night as her first orgasm ripped through her. He didn’t stop. Flipping her onto her back on the moss, he hooked her legs over his shoulders and drove even deeper, grinding against her clit with every thrust. Tabitha’s tits bounced wildly; she pinched her own nipples, lost in ecstasy. “Harder—fill me up!”

  He obliged, fucking her like a man possessed until her second orgasm exploded, squirting around his massive shaft. Only then did he pull out, stroke himself twice, and paint her stomach and breasts with rope after thick rope of hot cum. Tabitha scooped some up with her fingers and licked it clean, eyes sparkling with satisfaction.

  They lay tangled together under the stars, breathing hard, his still-impressive cock resting against her thigh. “Best spell I’ve ever cast,” Tabitha murmured, tracing circles on his chest. The woodsman grinned and promised round two at sunrise.

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• Witch Phone Sex with Tabitha

  February 28, 2026

  Witch Phone Sex with Tabitha: Summoned & Used by Your Dark Goddess

  The line connects and you hear only silence at first… then her voice—low, velvet, ancient—slides into your ear like black silk. “Kneel,” Tabitha commands, and your knees hit the floor before your mind catches up. Witch phone sex with Tabitha isn’t roleplay. It’s invocation. She is already inside your head, her words wrapping around your cock like invisible chains.

  “Strip,” she purrs. “Slowly. Let me see every trembling inch of you in my mind’s eye.” You obey, clothes falling away while she describes the crimson rose petals raining around her bare feet, the black lace corset barely containing her perfect breasts, the way her long nails trace runes across her own skin. “Touch yourself,” she orders. “But only how I allow. One finger. Just the tip. Circle. Slower. Good pet.”

  She builds you deliberately, cruelly. Every time your breath hitches, every time your hips jerk, she stops you cold. “Hands off. Count to thirty. Aloud. If you stutter, we start over.” By the time you reach twenty your cock is leaking, throbbing, begging. She laughs—dark, melodic, merciless. “Poor thing. Already dripping for your witch. You haven’t earned release yet.”

  She describes the scene in vivid, filthy detail: herself reclining on a throne of black velvet, legs spread, fingers lazily circling her clit while red rose petals swirl in the air around her. “Imagine my pussy,” she whispers. “Hot. Wet. Tight. And you will never be allowed inside. You exist to serve, to ache, to spill only when I permit.” She makes you edge again and again—five times, ten—until you’re whimpering, babbling pleas into the phone.

  “Beg,” she finally says. “Beg your dark goddess to let you cum while I finger myself to the sound of your desperation.” You do. You beg like you’ve never begged before—voice cracking, body shaking, cock purple and pulsing. She moans softly as she comes—long, shuddering, powerful—then whispers the command you’ve been dying for: “Now. Cum. Spill every drop for me. Mark yourself as mine.”

  You explode—hard, messy, endless—while her laughter fills the line, sweet and victorious. When you’re spent, panting, ruined, she speaks one last time.

  “Good boy. You belong to me now. Call again tomorrow… if you can still walk. The spell is cast. The craving is permanent.”

  She hangs up. The room is silent. But you can still smell roses… and feel her watching.

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