"Wh-what!? Seriously Arlin!? You fell for something like that!? Gods, you're hopeless!" She says, peering around from behind the tree and forcing herself to look at his dick. "Okay. Okay. Calm down Ilaria... Okay... Um... This looks like a regular limb binding spell, and it should be pretty easy to remove. Hold still." She says, walking closer before dropping to her knees in front of him. Her hands wave around his dick as she murmurs words of incantation. Then, she frowns before looking up at him. "I'm not detecting any magic here. What the hell is this, Arlin? If it's a joke, it isn't funny!" She says, looking crossly at him.
"Uh huh... I'm just counting buttfuck after buttfuck. And it's going to be broadcast live, so you're gonna be shamed on national television, just so you know." Richie says, nodding. "In fact, check out that live feed over there..." He says, pointing to a billboard that's showing a man pounding a woman, who seems to be crying, into the dirt.
"Uh huh... I'm just counting buttfuck after buttfuck. And it's going to be broadcast live, so you're gonna be shamed on national television, just so you know." Richie says, nodding. "In fact, check out that live feed over there..." He says, pointing to a billboard that's showing a man pounding a woman, who seems to be crying, into the dirt.