Chapter 36 Milked By The Witch—Iii
- She rode his tongue like she owned it.
- Because she did.
- Every time her cunt slid against his mouth, every time she moaned and tightened her grip on his cock, she reminded him that his body was no longer his own. She fucked his face and stroked him in the same rhythm, using both ends of him until he lost track of which part of him she controlled more.