Eat The Witch

The witch made me kneel on the floor in front of her. Without knowing why, I obeyed. I stood facing the other woman and thought I was looking at my reflection. Or rather, a very sexy version of my reflection. And a very naked reflection, because for some inexplicable reason, her clothes had disappeared.

She put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me down. I was still convinced that I was dreaming and offered no resistance.

“Worship me,” she commanded, and I understood what she expected of me.

I gently caressed her flat stomach and the soft insides of her thighs. In small, steady circles, I moved both hands toward each other until they met at the center of her womanhood.

Her pussy felt soft, velvety, warm, and wet. I played with it until she moaned loudly and her knees went weak. Then I leaned forward and opened my mouth.

Immediately, her beguiling scent filled my nose. She smelled of cardamom, wild herbs, and love. I couldn't help but stick out my tongue and lick her.

Hmmm! She tasted wonderful, and I got down to work licking her tender folds.

It was very weird to eat my doppelganger, and it definitely made an impact on me. I got hot, my nipples got hard and rubbed against my sweater. I could feel a growing wetness between my thighs.

Soon I concentrated on the little bud at the top of her slit, which peeked out from its hiding place. It felt like rolling a warm pearl over my tongue.

The witch went wild and grabbed the back of my head to guide me so that I could pamper her most sensitive spots. Her sweet juices ran freely over my chin. I grabbed her firm buttocks, pressed my face into her lap, and licked with full commitment.

From her trembling and erratic gasping, I could tell she was close to climax. Just a little longer...

She climaxed with a loud, high-pitched scream and rode out her orgasm for several minutes while I gently caressed her and carefully helped her lie down on the bed.