Wicked witch

You ponder the woman you dragged from the water, wondering what to do next. She has very pale skin, and a sharp, haughty face, very beautiful but with a somewhat cruel look. Your 'bird' companion flutters to your shoulder, turning her head to allow one bright, beady eye to examine her.

"Wait a minute....that's Malificent, the evil fairly come Wicked Witch ! She put Briar Rose to sleep in the first place."

You frown as you lean over to grab the Witch's wrists, gragging her fully clear of the water. Her sodden, heavy black net gown drags , caught against the undergrowth, and as you pull, it is tugged downward, revealing her pale , unmoving breasts. The Wicked Witch's nipples stand out red as wine against the porcelein white of her skin, and you feel your cock harden at the sight.

"What is the villain of the story doing here ? What should I do?"

As you ask these questions, you press your ear between the Witch's large, soft, firm tits. You are not sure if her heart is stirring at all, and her skin is freezing against yours. You are sure the cold wet heavy fabric of her gown cannot be helping, so you pull it akwardly off the lovely, lifeless witch. You notice that the jet black V of her pubic hair stands out in stark contrast to her firm, milky white thighs.

"How do I know? You could stand there oggling her all day. Or since you seem to find evil Witches so damned sexy, why not try kissing her?"