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Walpurgis Night and lust runs wild High above the treetops of the Brocken, something swept through the night. Witch Linda, in her sexy cape, her tight, skimpy leather outfit, and her ever-thickly plugged rosebud. She clung tightly to her broom, which raced through the air like a wild stallion at the stallion parade. The wind tugged at her hair, yet her eyes sparkled with pure anticipation of what might lie ahead. Her pierced lips were moist and clung tightly to the thick broomstick. It was Walpurgis Night – the night when witches and warlocks from every corner of the land gathered to honour femininity, to kindle the fire of lust, to celebrate their tight holes, and to reach climax together as if there were no tomorrow. Even from a distance, Linda could see the blazing flames on the mountain peaks. Sparks shot up into the sky, drums thundered, and laughter mingled with mysterious singing. As she landed, she was immediately surrounded: young witches with glittering eyes and untouched back entrances. Ready to be mounted. Mischievous warlocks with virgin wands, their acorns blazing red. As lustful as stud stallions, they awaited the arrival of the witches. And then the festival began. Like drums, the wizards’ testicles thudded against the bodies of the willing witches. Linda was being taken from behind by a wizard with a massive stud’s cock. First she’d made his cock hard, as if playing a flute, only to be thrust alternately into her arsehole and her blazing cave of lust to the beat of his slapping testicles. Her breasts quivered in time with the rhythm. All around her were moans and cries of lust. Linda was already completely spent, and her pleasure grottoes were still pulsing – she had been chosen to climb the Staircase of Lust. Ten of the virgin sorcerers sat down on the witches’ staircase. They positioned their thick, veiny wands so that Linda would alternately lower her hips onto each wizard, taking his wand first into her grotto and then into her rosebud. Then it was on to the next one. 10 sorcerers, 10 wands and 20 times, taking them all the way in. This witch’s staircase really packs a punch. Bravely and without fear, Linda took all the wands inside her. There were all sorts. Thick, long, short… so many different ones. They were all allowed to penetrate Linda. Ten wizards deflowered. Witch Linda is the queen of witches. She could carry on like this forever, but… …very quietly, the morning crept in. A grey glow appeared on the horizon, and the first red of the sun showed itself over the mountains. A murmur rippled through the ranks of the copulating witches. They knew: the night belonged to them – but with the coming of day, they had to vanish. Witch Linda was one of the last to climb back onto her broomstick. She glanced back one last time: at the dying fires, at the shadows of the penetrated witches, which were slowly dissolving in the light. With a smile and one final sweep of her broom, she rose, satisfied, into the morning sky.