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The witch's dress, a tantalizing blend of lace and silk, rustles as she sits, her legs spread wide, inviting the man to step closer. Her eyes, dark and intense, hold his gaze as she begins to stroke his cock, her long nails gently scraping his skin. She leans in, her breath hot on his ear, whispering filthy promises. His cock twitches in her hand, and she smiles, knowing she has him under her spell. She expertly works his cock, her thumb brushing against his sensitive tip, drawing out his pleasure until he can't hold back. His cum splashes onto her dress, leaving a glistening trail as she continues to milk him, her eyes never leaving his.