Virgilia uses magic to move the napkin up and down my dick. (Pink Trigger)

Ah... I love Virgilia. It was humiliating, but she wasn't even going to use her hands to help me get off. A mature witch like herself wouldn't **** herself that way, I suppose. Instead of giving me the contact I was craving, she produced a wooden wand, about the length of her elbow, in one hand from thin air and waved it theatrically.

In the next moment, it felt like my dick was jerking itself off. No, that wasn't it... my penis was being rubbed by the napkin I'd quit holding. Shit, this was as good as anything! As long as it's hands free, I can still imagine to myself that it's Virgilia using her hands or better. The napkin rubbed vigorously, like a woman's hand was really guiding it. It was a testament to her strong magic ability, practiced over a thousand years, that she was capable of making it feel so realistic.

Shit! I was cumming into the napkin. It couldn't be just the napkin though, right? I decided to quit playing around; I grabbed her hand and pulled her closer, groaning as I felt myself oozing over the napkin and trying to push her closer to it, to see the result. I wanted to get my cum upon her face so badly!

Well, I guess I overstepped my bounds a little. I won't bore you with the details, but suffice to say, I saw some real magic after that- something much more impressive than some moving handkerchief. My stupid brain, my spent cock, and all the rest of me were obliterated so thoroughly, there'd be no trace of me left at the Kuwadorian.