The Curse 2 - Disengagement

Christina Shine marched back to Anissa's apartment because her girlfriend dumped her right after the last reading. She was convinced the brunette psychic had slipped a curse into that damn bracelet. Christina stepped inside and started calling Anissa's name. The brunette appeared out of nowhere, pressed up close behind her, and whispered the truth: a spell now tied their hearts together. Christina’s lover had been the price, and Anissa collected it with a wicked little smile. Minutes later the blonde lay sprawled on silk sheets, knees spread wide, big natural tits rising with every breath. Anissa climbed between them, lips teasing Christina's in slow, wet French kisses. Her hands roamed, squeezing, pinching, then sliding lower to finger the slick heat between those pale thighs. Christina moaned, hips twitching, while the brunette teased her swollen clit in lazy circles. When the teasing got too much, Anissa brought out a smooth glass toy. She pushed it in, inch by inch, watching Christina’s face twist with pleasure. They moved together, bodies rocking, kisses turning sloppy, the toy gliding in and out while fingers teased the blonde’s stiff nipples. Christina came hard, thighs shaking, but the second Anissa eased back, she spotted her chance. Her hand shot out, yanked the cursed bracelet from her wrist, and snapped it clean in half. Magic cracked like a whip. The room went still. Anissa reached for her, fingers closing on empty air. Christina was gone. The brunette sat alone on the rumpled bed, the broken bracelet pieces glinting beside her like bad luck waiting for its next owner.