The old abandoned chapel on the edge of campus smelled of dust, candle wax, and something far older. Moonlight filtered through cracked stained-glass windows, casting red and violet patterns across the stone floor where five college witches had drawn a perfect crimson pentagram in salt and rose petals.They were all seniors, beautiful and reckless, dressed in nothing but black lace lingerie and silk robes for the “authentic” atmosphere. At the center stood their leader, Selene Ravencrest, 22, tall and athletic with long wavy auburn hair, sharp emerald eyes, full lips, and a body that made the others weak: perky C-cup breasts, a narrow waist, and a firm, round ass barely covered by tiny black panties.“Ready?” Selene asked, her voice confident as she lit the final black candle. The other four, shy bookworm Sophie, athletic raven-haired Mia, curvy blonde Riley, and quiet goth girl Lena nodded, hearts pounding with excitement and nerves.They began the chant from the ancient grimoire the
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