We’re not your prisoners anymore.”
The witch leaned back, her hands raised in mock surrender. “Hansel,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. Hansel felt the witch’s pussy tighten around him, her walls gripping his cock like a vice as she reached her own climax. “Hansel,” she whispered, her voice soft and filled with emotion. She swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper. “Gretel,” he groaned, his voice rough with his impending release. The witch’s smile was wide, her eyes gleaming with a predatory light. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer, his hands resting lightly on her back. He glanced at Gretel, her wide eyes filled with fear and desperation. I want you to perform for me. He leaned in slowly, his lips brushing against Gretel’s in a soft, tentative kiss. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
