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"I know…I know, baby…mommy knows you want to please…" she purrs, in the rich, faux-Romany accent she uses in character. Although she has already shed her red bustier and shucked down her tights, she is still wearing her witch’s headdress and those long, rich red gloves. She holds my head with her satin-clad hands and pushes it back, and I open my obedient mouth, waiting for her sweet nectar. Her saliva is stringy and plentiful, and it seems an eternity as I watch it drip from her parted lips onto my tongue. I reflexively sigh and close my eyes as her sugary kiss slides warmly into the back of my throat, and when I open my eyes she's staring into mine in satisfaction. "Good boy...good *boy*..." she coos and now my favorite part, as she pulls her tights up to encase me, trap my head in her moist womanhood, where I slurp and kiss and lick and worship.