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"Haahn." Letting out a sultry sigh as Carley touches her thigh, Felicia gulps. What's going on with her? Is it because of the spell? She thinks to herself, just as her "wife" asks a question. "How do I..." The red-head takes a deep breath, hoping to ease her nerves enough to keep herself from stuttering. "Then... let's start with your mouth." She gives the order, still copying the frat boys she overheard.
"As you wish..." Carley rolls Felicia onto her back. "You aren't used to being the one in charge, hmm?" The soon-to-be broodmother moves her hand from Felicia's leg to her shaft, slowly stroking up and down the entire length. "Or do I make you nervous? That won't do at all. I'm to be your wife, after all." She smiles slyly. "Relax. It'll feel better for both of us if you do." Leaving her hand wrapped around the base, Carley leans over from beside Felicia, encircling the tip of the scarred student's cock with her lips. It's warm, and wet, and already feels far more intense than a hand despite only the very end of the new body part being within the pseudo-nun's mouth.