Agatha All Along A XXX Parody

Kenzie Taylor plays Agatha, that tasty witch who hoovers magic straight out of people. She drains an opponent dry, steals whatever sparks they’re throwing, and wears the shiny new gift like her birthday suit. After the Scarlet Witch blew Agatha’s last scheme, Westview slammed shut and locked the old broad in place as everybody’s favorite loudmouth neighbor. Business dragged, game dried up, no one left to topple. But the Scarlet Witch—poof—isn’t around anymore. The spell slipped free. Cue Agatha without a goddamn puff left in her pipes. Boring. Forget turtling like some retired spinster while the rest of the world brims with magic; she wants inside your skin for a quick battery charge. She wants you inside something else, too. The terms are simple: pump her full, let her yank the juice from your spine, restart the kitty wrestling across creation. Right off the bat she aims those huge bouncy tits at you and stamps a sloppy kiss where brains used to live. Questions shred to threads. Pump or be fodder or maybe both—no time for papers. Disk in, headset snug: reenact the kink of a sultry hell-pop with the one-and-only Kenzie Taylor posted as Agatha-fucking-Harkness: scorching eight-K, glass not optional, pleasure guaranteed, laws blurry at best.