Chapter Seven
“I have a few minutes to spare,” smiled Tabitha as she looked down on her helpless, spreadeagled fiancée. “I think I want something only you can provide.” The look on her face was slightly vampiric.
Count Felipe de la Roche, utterly under the spell of the dominating vixen, gulped, dry-mouthed with desire. Zoe and Brandy released his oozing c**k, thick with viscous fluid from innumerable teasings. They got off the bed, leaving the Count to Tabitha.
The beautiful witch began to unlace the bodice of her leather dress, licking her lips with anticipation. Her slow undressing added to the flame of his desire. A wanton expression on her face made his c**k lurch with sudden need. She revealed perfect bare breasts, firm n*****s crinkling with passion, an exquisitely tiny waist, the
