Mistress Gloria

You learn quickly about what Gloria had bought. The vibrating strap-on was buried deep into your holes, drilling and spinning as it exited and entered you. The witch’s spell did not include fake phallus being shoved and sawing into your crevices. Gloria was highly driven as she drove hard and fast inside you, mounting you like a cat and tormenting your ribs and armpits with a pair of backscratchers as she banged the devices which stretched and expanded inside both erogenous zones. “Take it. Take it hard, ticklish SLUT!” she roared. As a 5th climax erupted from your trembling form, this went without saying.

She keep pulling and piling as her long fake nails got to work on the sides of and then the meaty part of your cheek. You were as ticklish as you were hopelessly aroused. “Tickle, tickle, you giggly little bitch! Take my giant prick from your loving witch!” You shivered and shook as a 6th orgasm left you. She pulled as you puffed before the back scratchers resumed and you howled. “Oh…my poor wittle tweasure so twickwish. Poor twicky wittle girly wirly. Kootchy kootchy koo! Gilli gilli goo! Tickle tickle ticcckle.” Exhausted and unimaginable sensitive, you are unable to do anything more than cry out as she explore tickle spot after tickle spot. Your toes, arches, soles, s, instep, hells, inner and back thighs, round cheeks, inner cheeks, ticklish bumhole, perineum, entrance, clitoris, lips, mound, belly, navels, sides, ribs, undersides, breasts, nipples, belly, armpits and neck. It was just too much and your bladder squirted something that was not love juices. Then your phone rang