THE WEREWOLF SWITCH
Duran held one of her foot at his waist while he pressed his crotch between her legs, moaning and groaning as they sucked on each other’s face.
“My, My,” Roger cleared his throat as he watched the scene with a flushed face.
“Oh dear Moon Goddess,” Nigel rolled his eyes. “Maybe some days apart will do them some good.”
“So I guess that's settled then. Nigel, Velma, Valko, Lazarus, Duran and I will be heading to this Mystic Mountain to find this pure —” Miranda didn't know what or who they were going to seek out.
“A pure-blooded witch,” Lazarus finished for her.
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