Your face

Your flushed face holds slack in anticipation as the Red Witch brings her hips up, tongue darting out to trace her lips as she gazes down at you. You get one gulp in before your mouth is smothered by her pussy, warm thighs closing in on the sides of your head.

"You know what to do now, right darling?" Her eyes gleam with scarlet lust. "I'm sure even a virgin can figure it out. Just return the favor I've done for you tonight..." Her fingers slide into your hair with a gentle touch as she braces herself against your head.

With a muffled noise you move your lips against those of her sex, mouth opening to let your tongue slip out and taste the Witch's wetness. Her hips move with minuscule gyrations, up and down, back and forth as she settles herself on your face. You can feel your new cock standing ever higher in the open air behind her, fully erect once again, and squirm beneath the bold woman with amatory eagerness.

Your tongue delves inside her, slick sweetness oppressing your mouth. Each heavy breath you take is thick with the air of desire, swimming through your head with the effects of the potion. The Red Witch clings to your hair tightly, a deep moan vibrating down from her swaying bosom. You do your best to coax more, lapping lovingly at her slit.

The bed begins to squeak as her gyrations pick up in ****, an insistent rhythm that presses her hips down on you with a hot, supple pressure. You match the rhythm with the movements of your tongue, ignoring the fatigue of your jaw. You just want to please her.

"Ooh, yes!" she moans, nails digging in delightfully. Her thighs squeeze your head as they tense, and she arches her back, tensing with a gasp. A shudder rocks her against your mouth, smothering your nose with her mons as her walls ripple around your tongue. You work desperately to swallow as her honey flows across it, smearing along your face where it leaks. Her quivering thighs give your head one last hug before she heaves a great moaning sigh, hands going from claws to a tender massage.

In the throes of her orgasm, you're sent over the edge of your own in vicarious pleasure, girl-cock erupting behind the Witch. A hot, sticky mess splatters over your supine body, dribbling across your breasts and stomach, while your thighs are drenched in a puddle of cum.

The Red Witch lifts her hips, giving you room to breathe in the musky air between her legs. You swallow the remnants of her juices, panting beneath her, and meet her satisfied gaze as she strokes your head softly.

"Well done..." she drawls. You're happy she's happy, glad to have been good enough.

As your conjured cock dwindles along with your energy, you drift into a contented slumber, thoughts fuzzy in the afterglow. When you wake up you're in your own bed, unable to recall the events of Halloween night, with no reminder but for the vague scent of a mysterious potion in your head.