The Witch's Curse
“Hmmm.... “ Kataleya dipped her hands into Igor's black hair, delighting in the caresses, but just to tease him more, Kataleya pushed him and moved away, leaving his lap.
Igor sighed in sexual frustration when he saw her walking away.
“Do you want to torture me, damn it?
Kataleya laughed mischievously and continued moving her waist, just to make him crazier than before. Kataleya's slit skirt swayed with small gestures, enhancing her curves and making her more sensual. She held her hair and accelerated the movements of her waist, which consequently shook her breasts. She looked beautiful, sensual for him and most importantly, not ashamed to show her body.
“Ooohh... “ Igor moaned, masturbating
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