With the corruption of this realm comfortably throbbing in your shameless veins, you feel your mind opening to new possibilities. Despite the slickly perfect fit of the sand witch’s multiple pussies as you pound into her, and the way she moans with each thrust of your titanic members, you feel there are still some further alleys of pleasure within her left to explore. Long inured to carnal pleasure that would have rendered your earlier, purer, self unconscious, your mind wanders back to the witch’s weapon of lust, the vibrating stone of pleasure. You feel it’s time to give her a dose of her own medicine.
You grin wickedly at the humiliated and whimpering witch as you rape her. Between involuntary gasps of pleasure as you steadily pound into her sopping snatches, she looks afraid, not knowing the source of your mirth. It soon becomes clear enough. She struggles a little once she hears the low buzzing of her own corrupted pleasure stone and bucks and thrashes as you push the persistent little charm into her tight, but well-cum-lubed ass. The feel of the stone vibrating within her spreads through to your cocks, enhancing the pleasure as she clenches and spasmes while being violated multiple ways. All too soon, it brings you to a gushing orgasm. As you finally withdraw from the troublesome sand witch, you spit on her milk-oozing form and take your leave.