“I’d be a sorry witch indeed if I didn’t have that taken care of.” Oh, thank fates. I reached up to run my hands down her curves, and she lowered herself until her warmth hovered over me. Desperation gripped me, making my heart pound and my hips arch just slightly. She sank onto me with a moan, her hands on my chest. The pleasure nearly blinded me, and I began to move beneath her, finding a rhythm that made her cry out. We rode the waves of pleasure as the flowers rose all around us, the moonlight streaming down. She tightened around me, her pleasure sweeping me up in a maelstrom and taking me
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