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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.
