Feeling merciful, you release her balls, but you keep your fingers right where they are. She bites her lower lip in frustration but her hips wiggle up at you. Sneaking under her balls, your fingers find her clit and begin to diddle it, sliding over, around, and under it. The little buzzer throbs happily in your grip, almost begging you to touch it, stroke it. Of course, you do all of that, manipulating the woman’s heaving, female flesh into a frenzy of pleasured moans. She grabs onto your arm for dear life and pulls it deeper into her self, screeching like a banshee as she cums. Liquid love gushes from her pussy to stain your hands, so you pump a little faster, and get rewarded with an even greater flow. Her wet walls grab you like a vice, wringing your hand with unholy force, and then like a light going off, she shuts down, babbling weakly.
You wipe your hand on the supple skin of her thigh and scold her for making such a mess. The witch, for her part, is half conscious and panting, blissed beyond rational thought. A glaze of white goo puddles on her belly, but her cock is still plenty hard, seemingly super-turgid from the strength of her recent orgasm. You lift it up gingerly and climb atop it, grinding your own loose, wet cooter along the shaft slowly to get yourself ready. Only after the swollen rod is liberally coated in fem-spunk do you shift position and aim it up inside.