Enchantments <unk> The shot that came out of the crop!

Ernesto couldn't take it anymore! Gloria, his wife, was a volcano that never went out! There was no night or day when she wanted ..., wanted and ready! In the beginning until it was very good; one day, shortly after putting his ass together, he came home after a hard day's work and found his wife alone in her underwear, spread out on the living room sofa with the fan on.
"Is something wrong, my love?" asked Ernesto very concerned. "Are you feeling something?"
-Ahhhhhh! Yes! I am! <unk> she replied, with a languid tone <unk> I have a boner from hell! Go! Take off your clothes and come here to put out this fire that burns inside me! Come, my man!
Immediately, Ernesto undressed already with the tool in hand and threw himself at the female, penetrating her first and striking hard while sucking her hard nipples, squeezing her against herself ..., the effect was instantaneous! Gloria screamed hysterically, experiencing successive orgasms that convulsed her body, causing her to twist, sticking her red nails into her husband's back. And throughout that night, the couple climbed into the living room, into the kitchen, into the bedroom and even onto the balcony at the back of the house.
On another occasion, Ernesto returned from work and Gloria was not at home; he went to look for her, finding her naked in the laundry; leaning over the machine, she displayed her torturously beautiful ass, leaving the male at gunpoint.
"Oh, honey, you with a boner on your ass!" she stammered as she jerked her ass in a provocative way.
Ernest did not hesitate, tearing off his clothes and advancing towards the female; he pointed the rigid mast to the blinking door and lashed it with force; the first blow was so forceful that it opened the forelimbs, making the intruder's head occupy the entire space, while the female screamed in excitement; little by little, he buried the rod in the already slightly laced hole, until he saw himself entirely inside the mate.
He proceeded to stock up with vigorous movements, leaning over the female and fucking her vagina with his fingers, providing an enlarged pleasure; and after many blows and fingering, with Gloria enjoying herself without stopping, he screamed, ejaculating inside her; at last, sweaty and exhausted, they remained engaged for some time, until they had the strength to move again.
And it was in this hallucinatory rhythm that the union continued its course ..., until the moment when the male found himself exhausted; no matter how hard he tried, he could not cope with the partner's desire; accompanying her went from immense pleasure to gigantic torture; and he did not lament for himself, but for the couple; it did not occur to him to lose Gloria, or to find out that he shared her with another male. All this was inconceivable! His first initiative, then, was to seek medical help; he sought a specialist who recommended the well-known <unk> little blue<unk>!!!!
At first it even worked, but not for long, for what the doctor did not explain to him was that the medicine was a kind of crutch that helped with the physiological, but he still needed a good old stimulus called a boner! And as Ernesto found himself exhausted by the partner's priceless fire, the so-called miracle medicine did not have the desired effect; he did not manage to deny fire, but the impulse that was something automatic became lacking a certain stimulus, which sometimes left Gloria a little impatient.
"Find a witch to help you", said his friend Gervase, to whom he confided his fears.
"What do you mean, witch?" asked the slightly puzzled subject.
- Ah! So much so! Try to find a way out of your problem <unk> replied the friend <unk> Otherwise ..., you know not ..., who does not ..., take!
He then remembered an old woman who was said to be a gypsy and who lived in a cottage nearby; he managed to reach her by word of mouth, a certain Madame Zoraide. She occupied a small room on the first floor of that foul-smelling house, which Ernesto hesitated to enter, but ended up facing the risk. Zoraide was a hardened old woman, with shrewd eyes and a disdainful expression on her face.
- Sit there, my son <unk> she said in her hoarse, deep voice <unk> Let me see here...
As Ernesto sat down, the old woman shuffled a few Gypsy deck cards so gnawed that they seemed to fall apart little by little; then she closed her eyes and took a deep breath and as she reopened them, Ernesto had the distinct feeling that she was scrutinizing his soul.
-I know! You're Ernesto, Gloria's husband, aren't you? <unk> she asked in a confirmatory tone <unk> Your problem is that the female has too much fire and you lack pavio ..., um, that's a problem ...
"If you already know all this, you also know how to help me", he replied angrily at the witch's comment.
- Well, that depends. - She returned it while lighting a cigarette.
He insisted on knowing the subject, losing the little patience he had left.
"It depends on what you want", said the old woman in a tone of irony. "Do you want to lower the torch of the female, or to further ignite your masculinity that cannot cope with the task ..., so, tell me ..., what do you want?
"I want to, I want to, lowering the torch would be better", he replied in a defeated tone.
The old woman gave a laugh that filled the room as if it had a life of its own and got up from her high-backed armchair, heading for a long table in the corner of the opposite wall.
"Take it, take it with you!" said Zoraide as he returned, sitting back in his armchair, extending his hand to Ernesto.
The subject looked at what appeared to be a small mummified egg of black color with yellow dots and that gave the impression of containing something inside. "What is this? What is it for?" he asked, unable to hide his anxiety.
"This is an enchanted egg of the fire salamander", replied the old woman in a professorial tone. "Even today, after you've fed your female, put this egg in the cave while it's still wet and let it work its magic... but be careful! It has to be right after she's fed... and for seven days, you can't have sex... do you understand?"
Ernesto alternated glances, now at the artifact, now at the serene face of the gypsy; he thought of putting it all aside and running away and never coming back; on the other hand, his ghosts still frightened him enough to make him think better about the matter. Finally, he nodded his head, signaling that he had understood the instructions.
"Very well, how much will it cost me?" asked Ernesto, already feeling a pain in his pocket.
"Two hundred and fifty", replied the old woman, lighting another cigarette.
"All this is too expensive!" he replied, trying to make a bargain.
"Do you think this is a gift shop?" "Take it or leave it!" replied Zoraide firmly. "And if you leave it, you still owe me the consultation that is fifty!"
Shortly afterwards, Ernesto left the cottage carrying the salamander egg in his pocket. That same night, he set in motion the plan to calm the mistress's thirst. He took a bath and had dinner with her; then they went to the living room to watch television. Gloria wore a tight regatta shirt that highlighted her succulent breasts and had gotten rid of the bermuda, sporting a tiny dental floss, which the buttocks made disappear between them. "It's now or never!" thought Ernesto, who pulled the bermuda down, exposing his slender member to his partner.
Gloria's eyes flickered at the sight of her husband's instrument pointing to the ceiling with the swollen glans; immediately, she dropped her mouth in that succulence, sucking and licking, positioned four on the sofa; the thing evolved into a sixty-nine with right tongue and fingers on the female that could stand no longer. She intended to come over her husband, but Ernest moved faster making her lie down so that he could stay over.
Penetration took place as expected and Ernest wasted no time in striking vigorously against his wife's vagina, providing a sudden burst of orgasms that drove Gloria mad; this time, the male spared no effort, moving his pelvis as fast and deep as possible, insisting on exhausting his wife through an endless wave of joys filled with screams, sighs and gasping breaths ..., and the atmosphere became even denser when the female asked to be possessed in her other orifice, requiring the husband to comply with the request so as not to arouse a denunciatory dissatisfaction.
Gloria got up on all fours on the carpet of the room and shook her ass in an irrefutable invitation; Ernesto took a position and went ahead, invading the seal of the wife with his member, starting to stock up vigorously ..., and another session of enjoyment began without seeming to have an end. Ernesto was already sweating to the beaks, feeling his muscles hurt given the enormous effort that was imposed; he controlled himself not to enjoy in the wrong hole, as instructed by Zoraide ..., however, not always what you want, if you get ..., and he screamed when he noticed a strong muscular contraction, followed by spasms that turned into a full enjoyment, flooding the entrails of the female.
Some time later, Gloria was snoring on her stomach on the couch, with Ernesto sitting on the floor thinking about what should be done; he had filled the wrong hole! He searched the pockets of the Bermuda until he found the salamander egg; he stared at the artifact and then cast his eyes on his wife's appetizing ass. "What's the harm if I put it in the wrong hole? I think it must have the same effect!" he thought.
Determined to do what had to be done, Ernesto cracked open the valley between the buttocks with one hand, while with the other holding the egg, he pressed the meaded and laced little hole, until he got the desired success, shoving the egg into his partner; he breathed relieved, hoping that the desired effect would result. He got up, took Gloria in his lap and took her to the room, where together they spent the rest of the night.
From that night on, everything became more controlled; Gloria still had enormous desire for her husband, but her impetuosity became more restrained, even coming to respect her husband's fatigue. Ernesto felt relieved, because he had managed to preserve his marriage without losing his wife to a possible competition.
The only strange thing happened every time he expressed a desire for anal intercourse; Gloria avoided it, always with a different excuse; it intrigued him, however, he ended up settling for traditional sex. And everything would remain as it was, were it not for the intervention of his friend Gervasio, confiding to the subject who was spreading rumors that Gloria was fishing outside the henhouse, always with a different male.
- And the worst thing, my friend, is that she just likes to play around! <unk> Gervasio pointed out with a worried look.
Ernesto didn't want to believe it, but on the other hand, his wife's behaviour and a few naughty looks coupled with indiscreet whispers led him to believe that his friend had told him the truth! Furious, he went after the old gypsy, shouting and cursing her with all the bad words he knew. "Because of you, I'm now a horn of an ass!" he exclaimed exasperatedly.
"Wait a minute! Did you put the egg where I directed you?" asked the old woman with a critical look.
-Well ..., no! I ended up putting in another hole <unk> he confessed in an awkward tone.
-You're such an idiot! You've done everything wrong <unk> scolded the gypsy in an angry tone <unk> By putting the egg in the wrong place, you've operated a reverse wish! Now it's too late! There's nothing we can do! If you agree, my friend ..., better ass horn than horn of all!