The Faces of Alice: Part Five

Alice wraps up railing Ellen, then locks the horny girl in the closet and heads straight for the meeting. Totally misses that Dina texted to say she misses her. Now the psycho powers split her completely, buff Al taking charge and glossy Alicia soaking panties. They strut in late, already owning the room. Hair flowing, junk trucker cap on, tutu pink and see-through with that bulldozer cleavage, the Circle girls—AJ, Darci, Kristen, Kimmy, Dahlia, Melissa—just freeze, worshiping the vision of goddess cunt jammed into a man-hating, lipstick-shell. The six naked, dripping fanatics drop to the hardwood, begging, 'Show us, show us!' Alice orders the chant: 'There is no love spell, there is no power circle, we're all just here to fuck.' She peels, the purple dong rockets out of her wet hole, and soon the sluts line up in cock-starved pairs for the double-pronged assault. One slick slide after another, they grind, squirt, tongue, and spray into climax-bomb after orgasmic explosion. Ellen and Christy bust in a minute later, elbow their way through and drag Alice to the carpet. High-Priestess tongue scours the power out while Dina shows up, pushed to the center. Dina pins a recovering Alice, mouth warm on hers. She shoves swollen clits tight and scissor-pumps until Alice’s body grips and comes shaking. The butch-lip-queens combust into cold air, leaving normal Alice back inside her laughing, kiss-smeared face. This fever dream still hums, but sure as the gods grin—from sticky Gina to proud Dina—the twisted wish leaves everyone breathing instead of mind-fucked.