Lena Paul sits on the edge of her bed, phone glowing with another picture of her boyfriend kissing her best friend. She can’t scroll past it again. She texts a woman named Jade Baker, a supposed witch, and begs for revenge. Jade arrives in black, hair loose, eyes sharp. They lean close over the coffee table, trading cruel ideas until Jade bursts out laughing. She isn’t a witch. She just likes the color black. Lena’s hope collapses. Jade watches, then smiles slowly. “We can still make him jealous,” she says. “Let him see you swearing off men.” Lena hesitates, then nods. They start with a kiss for the camera. Jade’s mouth deepens the kiss, tongue sliding hot and sure. Soon Lena’s shirt is off, her heavy natural breasts rising fast. Jade’s fingers trace the curves, pinch the nipples, and slip lower. Lena spreads on the sheets. Jade kneels between her thighs, brunette hair brushing soft skin, and licks straight into her cunt. Each stroke is slow, deliberate, then quick and greedy. Lena’s hips buck, fingers tangled in Jade’s hair, wet sounds filling the quiet room. Pleasure rolls through her in thick waves until the thought of men feels like a distant mistake. When Jade pushes two fingers inside and sucks at her clit, Lena comes hard, swearing she might never look back.
Lena Paul sits on the edge of her bed, phone glowing with another picture of her boyfriend kissing her best friend. She can’t scroll past it again. She texts a woman named Jade Baker, a supposed witch, and begs for revenge. Jade arrives in black, hair loose, eyes sharp. They lean close over the coffee table, trading cruel ideas until Jade bursts out laughing. She isn’t a witch. She just likes the color black. Lena’s hope collapses. Jade watches, then smiles slowly. “We can still make him jealous,” she says. “Let him see you swearing off men.” Lena hesitates, then nods. They start with a kiss for the camera. Jade’s mouth deepens the kiss, tongue sliding hot and sure. Soon Lena’s shirt is off, her heavy natural breasts rising fast. Jade’s fingers trace the curves, pinch the nipples, and slip lower. Lena spreads on the sheets. Jade kneels between her thighs, brunette hair brushing soft skin, and licks straight into her cunt. Each stroke is slow, deliberate, then quick and greedy. Lena’s hips buck, fingers tangled in Jade’s hair, wet sounds filling the quiet room. Pleasure rolls through her in thick waves until the thought of men feels like a distant mistake. When Jade pushes two fingers inside and sucks at her clit, Lena comes hard, swearing she might never look back.
