Mya Mays & Millie Stone

Voodoo isn't a game. Mya knows that now. Millie's been running her mouth about her powers for months, and Mya stopped listening. Until tonight. The two of them float in the hot tub, skin still flushed from the last round. Mya leans back against the edge and laughs. 'Wouldn't it be nice if we had a white boy here?' Millie smiles, eyes half-lidded. She starts the chant low in her throat. The words land hot against Mya's ear. Mya hesitates, then joins in. The air thickens. Moments later a white boy steps from the dark, cock already stiff and heavy. He walks straight into the pool house and drops onto the bed. Mya and Millie follow, dripping. He fucks them both hard and deep, splits them open until their moans tangle. Mya buries her tongue in Millie's cunt while the white boy drives into her from behind. They trade places, ass cheeks spread, mouths working until spit runs down thighs. Finally the white boy pulls out and paints their faces and tits with thick ropes, letting it drip down their dark skin like a second skin.