ha_final_1146820474801684481.mp3

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I'm a farmhand, hardworking and loyal to my witch. She senses my prowess and begins to weave a spell. Her summons call forth a storm, dark and potent. The winds pick up, as does my arousal. She smiles, her eyes aglow, as I feel her magic coursing through my veins. The witch commands me to breed, to take her as she's taken me. But it's not just her seed I crave. I want to fill her belly with my own.

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