Melinda Gordon, the recently widowed brunette owner of Same as it Never Was, nudged her friend Donna Ellis toward the theater seats in Grandview. "A hypnotist show is exactly the distraction you need, Donna. Lighten up for once." Donna shot back with a grin, "Lighten up? Says the woman who talks to dead people. Fine, but if that Sean picks me, I'm blaming you for the embarrassment."
Onstage, Sean selected Donna as his assistant, flashing a charming smile. "Step right up. Let's unlock that sharp mind of yours." Donna retorted, "Unlock it? Good luck—my thoughts are sharper than your parlor tricks, and twice as stubborn." The crowd laughed as the show unfolded with clever suggestions and witty exchanges.
As the performance ended, Melinda spotted a male ghost in his fifties lingering nearby and whispered to Donna, "I've got to follow this one. You stay for that signed picture Sean promised—I'll catch up later." Donna waved her off confidently. "Go chase your ghost. I've handled worse than a stage magician."
Alone in the dim theater, Sean handed Donna the signed photo. "A token for your help. But you seemed so receptive earlier—care for a private encore?" Donna arched a brow, her voice laced with sarcasm. "Private? You think I'm falling for that hypnosis line again? Try harder, or don't bother."
Sean murmured the trigger words, and Donna's eyes glazed momentarily before she recovered with a sly smirk, feeling a surge of heat. "Horny already? Bold move. But if we're doing this, I'm in charge—make it good." Their banter crackled: "Your cock looks hard enough to handle me," she teased, dropping to her knees for a blowjob, her tongue working his shaft while he groaned.
Panting and sweating, Donna stood and bent over, guiding him. "Fuck my ass first, then my dripping pussy—don't hold back." Sean thrust into her wet heat, her strong hands directing the rhythm as they grew hornier, her pussy clenching around his cock until they both came hard, cum spilling as she rode out the waves.
Donna straightened her clothes with a satisfied wink. "Not bad for a hypnotist, but that ghost Melinda followed might have company—shall we find out what comes next?"
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