Covenless Witch

Natasha steps closer, just standing right behind Wanda now, and gently reaches forward to move the younger woman's hair behind her shoulder. The tips of her fingers brush over the sensitive skin as they expose the side of her neck.

Wanda's body is instantly on fire.

The bruenette bites her lower lip and decides to rest her hands down on the wooden surface while still holding the big coconut.

She needs to choose fruits, but all her brain wants to focus on is Natasha. Natasha and her stupidly skilled fingers and her hot breath and her plumpy lips...

Her eyes immediately bore down to the three dots on the brown, fuzzy shell in her palms, her cheeks flushed in noticeable pink ever since the moment Natasha started openly flirting with her half an hour ago. It was discreet, yes, always in her ear, but explicit. Describing what she'd do to her in great detail, exactly where, the reactions she's gonna get, the results... Mmmmmh...

The redhead presses herself against Wanda's backside, leaning forward to brush lips over the shell of Wanda's ear again, her voice low and velvety and aware. "Did you leave your panties in our room like I told you to?"

Wanda's stomach drops and her knees twitch. "What?" She whispers without a thought as hot waves wash over her.

"You heard me..."

This is the worst place to go brainless.

Wanda inhales, but it breaks in the middle. "Nat-"

"... Did you...?"

Her lips press thin and her whole face feels even hotter. Her eyes quickly scan around for people looking their way. "Yes-..." She mumbles.

she doesn’t video you from afar so you can see the whole picture. oh, no. she likes to prop up the phone/camera so it’s angled towards your face. she loves watching your eyebrows knit together, your lips parting into an “o” shape when you gasp for breath. it’s her favorite though when you stretch your neck back, your spine arching before your impending release. or when you shake your head from side to side and beg her to stop because it’s too much.

sometimes she’ll set up the camera in a way where all you can see is your glistening pussy and her tongue running through your folds. when you’re wet enough, she’ll make a show of gathering your slick on the tip of her tongue and pull back so you can see a string of your arousal clinging to her mouth from an inch away.

you didn’t know she was filming you at first, so to your surprise one day when you were in her lap, two fingers rubbing steady circles around your clit, she pulled out her phone with her other hand. you didn’t expect to see raw footage of her fucking you. she propped it up against her laptop on the desk you were currently sitting behind. she watches you squirm even more as you focus on the screen, watching how you come apart so beautifully for her. she rubs faster as you get closer in the video, timing it perfectly.

after you cum, she reaches forward and shuts her phone off.

“and now we’re going to make another one.” she declares, and without giving you much time to process, her fingers are swiping on the mouse pad of her laptop. she opens up the camera and your naked body pressed back against her clothed one appears on the screen. she presses record, her fingers returning to your dripping pussy.

it makes the best video yet. the angle, your sounds (both from your mouth and your wet cunt) mixed with your squirming and pretty pleading.

Pussy spanks with Natasha…

Are you surprised you’re losing count? You shouldn’t be. She’s most definitely not. That was, among other things, her goal.

“Eight. That was eight. I know you’re enjoying this, I can feel you get more wet with each one, but try to use that smart little brain for me, hm?”

A high pitched moan leaves you as her hand comes down on your bare cunt once again. Your legs are spread apart, ankles held by hers. It’s normally a comfort to have Natasha’s strong body behind you—a warm and steady presence—but the way she has you trapped and unable to do anything but buck your hips up is almost infuriating.

She taps your clit with two fingers, a reminder.

“N-nine…” you squeak out, eyes pinched shut. The pleasure pain is like a subtle throb, your clit puffy and your inner thighs and cunt red. She has her mouth next to your ear, and because of that, you can feel her lips curl into a smile.

“Good girl.” Natasha brings her hand down again, and you’re expecting the slap to your sensitive clit, but then it doesn’t come. You peek an eye open, shifting your head to try to catch a glimpse of her face, and you’re thinking maybe she’s done with her fun, and then the spank finally lands.

God, she loves how your back arches in surprise. She laughs lowly into your ear, biting on the lobe as she rubs her hands over the warmed skin of your inner thighs. It’s slick there, as is the rest of your pussy.

“Count, malen'kiy zaychik,” she murmurs, voice raspy and thoroughly amused. You—her “little bunny”—are shaking in her arms, biting your lip in a failed attempt to hold back those pretty moans. “Is your brain too broken from a few spanks? You really can’t do something as simple as counting?”

“Pl-please—“ You’ve barely got the word out before another spank lands, your hips jumping up. If Natasha wasn’t holding your legs apart, they would’ve shut closed, something she’s aware of.

“Ten and eleven,” she supplies for you, “and if you try to close your legs one more time, you won’t cum for a week.” Her voice is firm, and you know she’s serious. She delivers two spanks to your pussy in quick succession, overwhelming your senses.

Tears break from your eyes, rolling down your cheeks. Her hand, the one previously used to help soothe your thighs or hold your waist, comes up and smears the salty tears across your flushed face.

“That’s it, cry for me,” she says, voice nearly a growl now. It’s affecting her just as much as it is you—the spanking. “Seven more and I’ll fuck you like the pretty slut you are. And you better keep counting, or I’ll edge you until you’re screaming.”

You feel yourself clench around nothing at her words, imagining her strap drilling into you with no mercy. Of course, she doesn’t let you dwell on the thought, because she spanks your pussy again, her closed fingers hitting your clit with direct precision.

“F-fifteen.”

Natasha rubs your clit for what feels like only two seconds, then spanks.

“Sixteen—“

Spank.

“Seventeen. Pl-please, can’t—“

Spank.

“Eighteen.”

Spank, this one on your inner left thigh, only her pinky brushing your pussy.

“Nineteen!”

The final spank comes directly to your clit again, her hand lingering to feel the sensitive bud pulse in time with your quickened heartbeat.

“T-twenty…” You’re fully crying now, but not because of pain. It’s relief now. Relief, because you know what you’ll get for taking your punishment so well.

“Oh, look at you,” Natasha hums into your ear, rubbing your clit at a steady pace now, ankles spreading your legs even wider so you feel the cold air hit directly on your now overly sensitive pussy. “Are you ready, my love? You did so well, you deserve your reward now.”

You nod desperately, hands gripping the sheets nearly hard enough to rip them. Natasha laughs again, cooing at you and enjoying the state she’s got you in.

“Such a good malen'kiy zaychik for me.”