The Witch

With your heart thumping in your chest and the potion's heat coursing through you, the Witch's offer is too good to pass up--and her beautiful face too irresistible. You spend no longer than two seconds squirming on the ground, staring at her before your lust grows too much to bear and you find yourself pouncing on the sultry sorceress.

A moaning mewl is curtailed by the meeting of your lips, the Witch obliging your kiss in kind. She chuckles against your mouth, readily catching you in her lap as you straddle her thigh. Little meows escape between your **** kisses, sex the only thought in your mind as you gyrate in the woman's lap.

Your burning pussy soaks through her spiderweb stockings in moments. You feel her hands on your back holding you steady, one sliding low to give your butt a squeeze. As you start panting with desire, drool slicking both your face and hers, that hand slips around front and begins to play with your soaking sex.

A dexterous finger delicately explores your hot, wet folds, and an equally experienced tongue pushes inside your mouth. She holds you close, pressing your breasts to hers as she fingers you slowly. Your gyrations slow to match her rhythm, and you feel your pleasure build at an agonizing pace, chest heaving against her soft bosom with heavy breaths.

With your arms around her neck, you moan low and long into her mouth, a plaintive plea for release. Her voice holds a teasing note as it vibrates down your throat, and her fingers curl inside you as her thumb brushes your clit. You gasp deep, sucking on her tongue before sighing with pleasure. She continues her ministrations like that, sending shockwaves of ecstasy through your body that make your breath hitch.

You hump away at her hand, riding her thigh to a shuddering climax and breaking the kiss as you arch your back in the throes of a satisfying orgasm. She watches you cum in her lap, teasing your pussy with little desultory touches that draw out the pleasure until you're slumped against her shoulder, moaning and twitching.

"My, well that looked good for you, didn't it?" she says, breathing hard. "You've got me aching for some fun of my own. I'll tell you what: First one's free, but if you still want more I'll have to ask you to return the favor. Do we have a deal?"