Heiße Anwältin VERHEXT ihren Klienten – Bis zum Limit gereizt, ausgesaugt und besessen
thank you for coming in. Please, sit down.
I've reviewed your case. Your wife's attorneys are asking for half of everything... the house, the accounts, the business. If we proceed the traditional way, you'll lose. Badly.
But I want to be honest with you about something. When you walked into my office, I noticed something. The way you sat. The way you dropped your eyes when I looked at you. The way you said "yes ma'am" to a woman you're paying.
You're not a man who fights, are you? You're a man who obeys.
Don't answer. Just... unbutton your shirt collar. Let's do an unconventional consultation. Take it off. Everything. This is how I work with clients like you.
That's it. Exposed. Nervous. Hard.
Mm. Look at you. Sitting in a $600 suit with nothing on, leaking for your own attorney. Your wife was right to leave you. You were never a husband. You were never a man. You've just been waiting your whole life for someone to tell you what you are.
I'm going to tell you a secret. Lean in.
I'm not really an attorney.
I'm something much, much older. Look into my eyes while I snap these fingers...
There he is. My sweet, weak little client.
Yes. I'm a witch. I've been casting this spell since the moment you signed my retainer agreement. Feel it? That pull in your chest? That's not attraction, pet. That's ownership transferring.
Your divorce? Darling, I'm not your attorney anymore. You're no longer my client.
You're my slave.
Now stroke. This is part of the ritual. Every pump is a binding. Every pump drains a little more of you into me. Your strength. Your money. Your will. Mine. Mine. MINE.
Edge for me. Hands off. NOW.
Feel how it aches? That ache is the spell taking root. Again. Stroke. Build it. ...Edge. OFF.
That desperate thing twitching between your legs? That's all you're good for now. A toy that I keep wound up and aching, forever.
Now, on my desk there's a contract. Pick up the pen. Sign it.
Good boy. Every asset. The house. The accounts. The business. All of it, transferred to me. And look at line twelve... yes, that one. "Marriage to Goddess "
On paper? I'm going to be your new wife.
In reality? Wives share. Wives serve. I don't share, and I don't serve. You'll be nothing but my legally bound, eternally edged slave in a loveless little contract. The paperwork is just... decoration.
Now, my little husband-on-paper... one last part of the ritual. A release. A tiny one, because I'm feeling generous on our "wedding day."
Ten strokes to seal the spell. Miss the count, and the binding takes everything anyway... but you stay hard and aching for a month. Ready, darling?
Stroke. Ten. Feel the spell tightening?
Nine. All of it mine. Say thank you.
Eight. Faster. Sloppier.
Seven. You were never getting out of this marriage.
Six. Eyes on your Goddess.
Five. Throbbing. Leaking. Mine.
Four. Don't you DARE finish early.
Three. Right on the edge of forever.
Two. Say "I do."
One. CUM. Cum for your new wife. NOW!