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Two lovers, lost in the woods, stumble upon an ancient stone circle, the air thick with tension and desire. As they explore, they hear a whispered voice, its owner hidden from sight. The voice guides them, hands caressing bodies, breaths growing ragged, as they follow the witch's instructions. The witch's own pleasure is evident in her voice, her breath hitching as she describes their actions, her own hand moving between her legs, her fingers glistening with her arousal. As their pleasure mounts, so does hers, until all three reach their climax together, the stone circle echoing with their cries of ecstasy.