Are you a good witch or a bad witch?

Amy smiled at Superman standing in front of her.

I'm not a witch at all, she said in her best Dorothy voice. Great movie. I'm not a witch at all, she said in her best Dorothy voice.

Great movie. I'm Ronald, by the way. The costume party was just kicking off, but Amy was exhausted.

She wasn't really the sort of person who liked to drink until all hours of the night, surrounded by other people

doing the same. But the witch costume had been easy to find, so at least that part hadn't

required much effort. Have you seen upstairs? asked Ronald. Amy shook her head. Ronald's brother, who she knew through work, was hosting the party,

which must have been why he felt so comfortable leading them both to the second floor and into a room at the

end of the hallway. The room was decorated in vintage floral wallpaper, a large sleigh bed,

in several antique rugs. The atmosphere was quite different than the rest of the house,

old and almost eerie. It's fit for a witch, said Ronald, his fingers grazing the waistband of Amy's short black skirt.

He reached up to pull off her hat, tossing it onto the bed.

He bent his head down and kissed her, and something turned in Amy's stomach.

It was a little bit of excitement and a little bit of longing.

As the party surged below, Ronald and Amy crawled onto the bed together. It creaked under their weight.

Ronald was on top, his blue eyes staring down at Amy's brown ones. He didn't say

anything, only smiled as he began to kiss the side of her neck. He worked his mouth across the

front of her throat, and then her collarbones. He was firm with his kisses, but occasionally

would barely graze her skin, making Amy break out in goosebumps.

"'Fuck!' Amy murmured, closing her eyes as Ronald pulled down her tube top, revealing her small breasts.

He sucked on each light brown nipple, making Amy whimper and writhe underneath him.

His tongue felt incredible, like velvet, across each sensitive peak. He kissed her flat stomach,

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