Lulu the witch was looking at her beautiful friend Aurora and she began to play with herself as she sat on her couch. She began to precum at the thought of making love to Aurora. She wiped away the precum and accidentally touched a strand of her hair. Lulu hummed softly as she flipped through her ancient spellbook, her eyes lighting up when she found the recipe she sought. A love potion for my dear Aurora, she whispered, her heart fluttering at the thought of the beautiful girl. In her cozy room, Lulu set a large cauldron over the fire. She began adding ingredients, her voice rising with excitement as she called out each one: A sprig of lavender for devotion! A dash of cinnamon for passion! Three drops of honey for sweetness! As the concoction bubbled and frothed, Lulu realized she needed the final, crucial ingredient - a part of Aurora herself. She grinned, remembering the eyelash shed collected from Auroras sweater. With trembling fingers, she held it over the cauldron. And now, the essence of my beloved! But as she dropped the lash, a pre-cum strand of her own raven hair fell into the mixture. Lulu gasped, but it was too late. The potion glowed an iridescent pink, then s
