Three Cheers For Satan - Tommy & Jane

Those three coven babes—Jane Wilde, Kira Noir, Kenzie Reeves—sit around like it’s the world’s hottest problem-solving session. Eternal youth’s running out unless they feed a virgin to the devil before their twentieth high-school reunion, and Kenzie plus Kira aren’t ready to trade in their perfect skin just yet. Jane shrugs—aging can kiss her ass—but the others start scheming the second the red smoke clears and Small Hands, decked out like a horny DJ, pops in and out with the deadline. Kenzie grabs the wheel. She and Kira track down the neighborhood warlock, Tommy Pistol, right as he’s muttering fake spells in his living room. Tommy thinks his incantation actually delivered two naked witches. The girls feed the line: they love popping cherries and the reunion starts in an hour—plenty of time to rip his V-card beforehand. Virgin? Check. Date secured. Smiles sharper than knives. Tommy runs straight to Jane, proud as a puppy. She knows the trap her girls set. Only move left: beat them to it. If she pops Tommy first, the contract’s broken and her boy stays breathing. Clothes hit the floor fast. Natural tits bounce while Jane drops to her knees, lips stretching around him in a sloppy, greedy blowjob that turns into deepthroat, spit everywhere, eyes locked. Tommy groans, hips jerking, and she takes every inch until her mascara’s a mess. The real fuck starts rough—hair yanked, ass slapped, his cock slamming balls-deep in every hole he can reach. Jane rides like she owns the deed, switches positions mid-stroke, demands harder until both of them are shaking. When he finally unloads, the pact’s toast. Virginity: gone. Youth: negotiable. And Jane’s grin says she’d do it all again tomorrow.