Deal!

It's hard to resist the temptation to further explore this heated tryst with the Witch. Once your breath is caught enough, you nod you head, hands beginning to knead at her shoulders while she adjusts her position with you in her lap. You see a smirk on her black-painted lips the moment before she takes hold of your waist, and rolls backward on the grass, tumbling with you to wind up flipped over underneath.

The moment of dizziness ends with you facing a pair of stockinged thighs, propped up above the Witch's sequin-shrouded hips from atop her. You feel the soft swell of her chest below, and hear a sultry laugh at your behind. "Let's have ourselves a treat, shall we, Kitty? Don't be shy..."

Another caress of between your legs elicits a mewl, collar jingling as your body arches into the sensation of her fingers playing with you again. You're panting, and as you wait for the next, you remember to return the favor as the damp spots on her spiderweb stockings draw your eye, and your tongue.

A warm, heady breath precedes your diving between her thighs, pawing at the back of them in a kneady grip as you bring your tongue to the soaked fabric beneath the Witch's skirt. Your effort is met with an appreciative moan that's quickly muffled alike, a warm tongue against your own dripping pussy driving you wild.

The Witch's juicy taste is accessible enough through her stockings--she's not wearing panties underneath!--yet your face squished against the damp silk leaves something to be desired, and desire is in full ****. You feel her lapping directly at your needy pussy, and endeavor to return the favor in a fevered flash, clawing at the fabric from around her thighs and tearing it open to reveal her glistening sex in all its heady glory.

Able to taste her better now, you plant your lips on her heated folds again, mewling into the delectable depths as her mouth works alike in her own throes of passion. The two of you spend your energy squirming in the grass, eating each-other out as your body burns with erotic stimulation. Treated with the taste of this Witch's sumptuous slit, driven to sharing such intimate pleasures, you're left appreciating every moment of wild abandon you can get.

You're soon shuddering atop her, knees closing behind her head as she rubs your clit with an expert finger, her tongue dancing inside you. You smother your cries between her thighs, finding your orgasm has brought her to her own as they close in on your ears, holding you in a wet, steamy vice. Your muffled moans, both from you and the Witch, resonate in a peak of passionate ecstasy, satisfaction and relief washing over you.

The waves flow along, leaving you panting, messy face lain against the tired thigh of the Witch, instinctively lapping the juices from her pussy. The heat from the potion seems duller now. She's treating you in kind, delicate against your sated sex. "What a good kitty..." she whispers as you drift off. When you awake, you're in your own bed, the events of Halloween night a vague memory. You're sure it had to be a dream, but for the scintillating scent in your senses...