Fucked 20 times 😏

from Linda Asphalt Girl

Walpurgis Night and Lust is Unleashed. High above the peaks of the Brocken, something rushed through the night. Witch Linda, with her sexy cloak, tight leather outfit, and always heavily plugged pussy. She clung tightly to her broomstick, which raced through the air like a wild stallion at a parade. The wind tugged at her hair, but in her eyes sparkled pure anticipation of what might come. Her pierced lips were moist, gripping the thick broomstick. It was Walpurgis Night – the night when witches and warlocks from all corners of the land gathered to honor womanhood, ignite the fires of lust, praise tight holes, and reach climax together as if there were no tomorrow. Even from afar, Linda could see the blazing flames on the mountaintops. Sparks flew into the sky, drums rolled, and laughter mingled with mysterious singing. As she landed, she was immediately surrounded: young witches with glittering eyes and untouched anuses, ready to be mounted. Mischievous warlocks with virginal wands, their glans glowing red. Lustful as stallions, they awaited the witches' arrival. And then the feast began. Like drums, the warlocks' testicles pounded against the bodies of the willing witches. Linda was being taken doggy-style by a warlock with a huge, stallion-like member. First, she had made his cock hard, as if playing the flute, and then, to the rhythm of his slapping testicles, she was thrust alternately into her cunt and her blazing cavern of pleasure. Her breasts trembled in time. All around her were moans and cries of lust. Linda was completely exhausted, and her pleasure grottos were still throbbing. She had been chosen to climb the staircase of lust. Ten of the virgin witches sat on the witch's staircase. They positioned their thick, veined wands so that Linda would alternately lower her hips for each witch, taking his wand first into her grotto and then into her anus. Then it was on to the next one. Ten witches, ten wands, and 20 times taking them all the way in. This witch's staircase is something else. Bravely and without fear, Linda took all the wands inside her. There were all kinds. Thick, long, short... So many different ones. They were all allowed to penetrate Linda. Ten witches deflowered. Witch Linda is the queen of witches. She could go on like this forever, but... ...very quietly, morning crept in. A gray glow flickered on the horizon, and the first red of the sun appeared over the mountains. A whisper went through the ranks of the women. They knew: The night was theirs – but with the day they had to disappear. Witch Linda was one of the last to climb back onto her broomstick. Once more she looked back: at the dying fires, at the shadows of the penetrated witches, slowly dissolving into the light. With a smile and a final flourish, she rose contentedly into the morning sky.