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Our potent little jar of moon-kissed herbs and dewdrop essence sat between us on the worn oak table. The “magic salve,” as we called it, was a concoction born of generations of hedgewitch wisdom, designed not just to heal the skin, but to awaken the spirit. Beside it, our broomsticks lay ready. Not the bristly kind for sweeping the hearth, mind you, but slender, polished hazel branches, each one unique, chosen and carefully prepared for this very purpose.
With a shared, knowing smile, Kayla and I began the ritual. Dipping the tips of our broomsticks into the shimmering, emerald green salve, we coated them generously. The scent was earthy patchouli, sweet jasmine, and something wilder, like fresh rain on ancient moss. Then, with a slow, deliberate grace, we inserted our broomsticks into our dripping wet pussies, pulling and pushing them in and out of our fuck holes as we moaned with pleasure, ensuring all of the salve
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was absorbed into our eager wombs. A shiver, then a deep, radiating warmth spread through me, a delicious hum that vibrated from my core all the way to my fingertips. Kayla moaned, a low, resonant note that perfectly harmonized with the rising tide within my own body. This wasn’t merely gratification; it was a profound act, a physical key to unlocking ethereal gates and communicating with the earth.
Suddenly, the ancient oak we layed beneath wasn’t just a tree; it was a living, breathing entity, its silent, woody wisdom pouring into our minds like warm honey. The whispering rustle of a dryad’s breath through the leaves answered our soft sighs, sharing secrets of patience and enduring growth. The cool, knowing touch of an undine’s current flowed towards us, speaking of fluidity, emotion, and the deep wells of intuition.
The elementals gathered and watched as Kayla and I both came in unison, our moans echoing through the woods and into the night.
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