Tarot - Part 5

Briana Banks leans over a low table, palms flat against dark wood, bare tits heavy, her long pale body stretched forward. The crystal ball catches the light, cold and clear, between her spread thighs. She speaks without looking up. The future tells itself in pictures. A priestess kneels, hood thrown back, lips slick around the thick cock of the man in front of her, saliva running down her chin onto her collarbones. The slave lies face-down on the altar, wrists bound behind his back, ass raised, gasping when the sorcerer drives into him again and again, hips slapping skin. The fortune teller lifts her skirt, lets a stranger push two fingers inside her cunt while she keeps talking as if nothing is happening, wetness sliding down his knuckles. The magician fucks his latest assistant bent over the cards, the deck spreading under her, her moans turning ragged, cards clinging to her sweat-slick thighs. Briana straightens, eyes bright, mouth curved in a half-smile. She keeps her voice low when she says it again, deliberate now. "I see a boner in your future."