Sexy Surprise Witch

She steps in like every other girl doesn't. Black lace barely hiding curves, a slow smirk that says she already knows how the night ends. Toby doesn't ask questions. He just reaches for her. Her mouth finds him first, hot and eager, and she swallows him down with a hunger that leaves nothing untouched. Spit glistens on her chin, runs down her throat, yet she keeps going deeper, taking every inch until her eyes water. When she climbs over him, her cunt grips tight, so slick and small he has to work for each push. She rides slow, then faster, body rocking, hips rolling like she means to squeeze every drop out of him. He flips her, spreads her ass, and drives in where she's even tighter. Her moans turn sharp each time he bottoms out. Near the end she drops to her knees again, tongue out, catching every thick spurt across her face. It streaks her lashes, her lips, drips down her chin in long white trails, and still she smiles like she's the one who cast the spell.