Winna pays with equal coin

The dark lady smiled mischievously. "How about you repaid my gift with equal coin?"

"If that'd please my mistress."

"Yes, it would, my pet" the seductress replied. Winna didn't hesitate and stopped caressing her sore nipples in the aftermath of the still lingering climax. Eager to comply to her lady's demands, Winna directed her hand at her benefactors skirt. A finger on her mouth stopped he short. "No, my pet. Not like that."

"Not?" Winna's eyes were big with unhappy astonishement.

"No." The fingers pressed a little bit on the girl's pouting lips. "I know a much better way to express you gratitute, my little darling slut."

"Oh!"

Despite never having practiced that kind of carnal love before last night, Winna immediately knew what her mistress desired. Eager to please, Winna sank down to her knees. The black-haired seductress assisted her, lifing up the hem of her tight-fitting skirt to reveal her bald, glistening pussy. Her pink, fleshy nub stood out yearning for caress. The musky aroma filled Winna's senses. "I love you, mistress," Winna whispered, her green eyes big with craving. "I know, little slut," the woman said and laid her slender hands on Winna's head.

Instincively the young girl leaned forward. Supporting herself by holding her mistress' shapely legs, she flicked her tongue at the gorgeous pussy. Its taste was mystic and exhilarating. Winna took a few more licks, alternately switching between the moist pussy slit and the twitching, protuding clit. The hands on her head slightly increased their pressure, and the raven witch moaned. Winna exulted - she was pleasing her mistress.

Encouraged, Winna pushed her tongue deeper into the juicy crevice. The muscles beneath her hands tensed, and the musky scent grew overwhelming. Up and down, Winna's slick tongue moved, accompanied by a steady trickle of pussy juice. With every lick Winna became bolder. She wanted to taste every single drop of that ambrosial nectar. Making slurping noises, she delved deeper and deeper into the oozing slit. Her nose pressed against the peak right between above the pubic lips. She could feel the hard clit twitching with fire. The seductress moaned, her lust no longer veiled. Her hands were buried in Winna's curls, pressing the girl's eager tongue deep into her hungry twat.

"Oh, yes, my pet! Lick my pussy. Eat me up! Fuck my hot pussy with that nimble tongue of yours!"

Winna responded. Not with words but with yet another increased effort. She pushed her lips right between the pink, succulent pussy lips. The hard nub rested just beneath her nose. Her tongue became an invader, seeking to find and cause waves of pleasures alike. The more Winna slurped, the more that lovely pussy leaked. Winna was lost in a maelstrom of passion, her mind full of visions of never-ending pussy juice. Eventually the hands in her hair clenched. The musky scent became unbearable, an aphrodisiac at the height of its potency. Her senses became aware of her own fast mounting arousal. She hadn't realised until then that she had been fingering her own previously fucked pussy for a while. As quickly as her mistress raced to a mind-shattering climax, hers started to build.

Her mistress was the first to come. The lithe, voluptuous body tensed and a heavy shudder rattled her spine. Winna licked for all it was worth, as if her life depended on it. She was rewarded with a long, guttural moan, as the seductress finally reached a massive peak of passion. A unearthly gush of pussy liquor followed, hitting Winna straight at her slurping face. The strong smelling aroma filled her nostrils and her mouth. Winna moaned from aphrodisia overdose and her own orgasm hit with mighty ****. Still, the dark woman's juices flowed and so did Winna's. It seemed, as if their mutual peak would never end.

In the end, it did lessen. Winna's face was still buried in between the magnificent woman's nether lips. Only slowly, she found the strength to detach herself from it. The hands in her hair no longer held her pinned. Instead she was rewarded with slow, deliberate strokes. Winna shuddered. Anxiously he dared to look up. She gazed into a pair of dark, eben eyes, devoid any signs of an iris or pupil.

"You've done well, my pet," the dark lady whispered with that husky, velvet voice. "You really have pleased me."

Winna beamed. Tears welled up in her eyes. "Oh, thank you mistress. Thank you so much. You don't know what that means to me." Winna laid her arms around her lady's legs. She held her tight and inhaled her warmth, intend to never let her go. Silent sobs shook her exhausted body.

"Yes, my pet. Worship my legs. Worship my body and worship the freedom I shall bring you. Do you now understand what I mean? That's the real thing. The only real thing. Let your emotions fly, stand up to your desires and the world will be yours."

Winna sobbed. Her mistress was right. Oh, so right.

When the soft, unyielding hands started to loosen her passionate embrace, Winna felt a sting of loss. Somewhere in her brain, rationalism reminded her that all things have to come to an end, but the longing for the approximity of her mistress was very strong. Eventually she had to let go. Another sob shook her young body.

"C'mon, my pet," the mistress said, her voice smoothe with sympathy. "You must raise up again. As much as I wished, we can't stay here."

"Y-yes, mistress," Winna sniffed.

"Don't worry, my sweet, little slut. We'll soon have more time together." The concept brightened Winna's face. "But before, you need to do some things."

"Anything, mistress. Anything you ask me to do."

"I know." The seductress face shone with amusement and cunning. "Now listen well. Here is what I command you to do..."