Big Booby Witch Bouncing and Riding – 1

Title: The Alluring Spell of the Big-Boobed Witch

The moon hung full and heavy in the night sky, casting a silvery glow over the ancient cobblestones. In the distance, the spire of a gothic cathedral pierced the darkness, while crumbling ruins and twisted trees lined the eerie path. This was the perfect witches’ lair.

Suddenly, a rustling sound emanated from behind one of the weathered walls. Out stepped a tantalizing figure, the very embodiment of a Halloween fantasy come to life. She was clad in a skimpy black and purple witch’s costume, designed to showcase her most vaunted assets: her enormous, jiggling breasts and her round, pillowy ass.

The witch’s hair fell in dark, loose waves around her shoulders, partially obscuring the sultry look on her face. Her lips, painted a deep shade of crimson, parted slightly as she took in the cool night air. In true witch style, she was barefoot, allowing her to feel the cool earth beneath her feet. In one hand, she carried a pointy black hat, while the other hand held a book of spells, open to a particularly enticing page.

The witch’s costume was a masterpiece of design, deliberately chosen to tease and tantalize. Her push-up bra, scarcely able to contain her massive bazookas, rode high on her chest, displaying the plentiful sideboob. The bra was attached to a lacy purple thong that hugged her wide hips and accentuated her juicy bottom. Miles of toned, tanned leg showed between the thong, black fishnet stockings, and shiny black garter belts.

Approaching a fallen tree, the witch plopped her bare bottom down, and set about consulting her book of spells. She muttered incantations under her breath, occasionally trailing a finger along the page. All the while, her breasts heaved with each deep breath, threatening to spill out of their negligent confines.

The witch’s biggest spell yet was contained on this very page. It was a spell to summon something seemingly impossible: the biggest, juiciest, most perfectly round ass ever seen. She needed the mystical energy of the harvest moon to fuel her ravishing ritual.

Rising from the fallen log, she began gyrating and dancing, letting her hips sway and her thighs brush together. Slowly, seductively, she unzipped her dress, allowing a flood of big, soft flesh to spill out. Her breasts swung free, toppling to her sides like irresistible udders. Unhooking her bra fully, she let it drop to the ground, making her breasts bounce and jiggle.

The witch wiggled and writhed, letting her dress ride up over her wide hips. Now her plump, round butt cheeks were exposed, the thong threading deep into the crevice. She spun around, giving a full view of her ample bottom in the costume. Facing forward, she shimmied her shoulders, making her big milky jugs quiver and hop.

Putting her hands on her knees, she wiggled and bounced her sizable booty in the air, sticking it right out at the viewers. She reached back with both hands to spread her ass apart, and the hungry viewers had a glimpse of her tight rear hole peeking out between her ass cheeks. Bending further at the waist, she flipped her dress’s skirt up, covering her head and letting her big ol’ junk in the trunk free to dance and shake.

Spinning back around, she shook and raised and slapped her chest, treating her big soft titties with great enthusiasm. She reached down to rub herself through her thong, the plump pussy lips visible through the thin cloth. Bending over the fallen log once again, she reached back with both hands to spread her obscene, heart-shaped ass, letting the viewers marvel at the bounty before them.

The moonlit witch was working up quite an appetite through all her provocative contortions. To fill her with renewed energy, the witch arrived at the solution she needed. A big, fat, two-headed strap-on with a realistic dildo coming out of each end. The witch put it on and started fucking herself with sticky lubricant, slathering herself all over. She went wild on the duall-head dong, doing split level penile penetration and making her jugs bounce and her muthafuckin’ ass thy meat.

Barking like a dog as she slapped herself with the big plastic pecker standing proudly erect, she crammed her face between the log and was slurping up goo, licking the dildo until she was sticky with mind-blowing mayhem. Dropping the dong, she started fucking herself as hard as she could, ramming kinky knobs into her taint and tasting her ass. Rolling on the ground like a sexy dirtball, she bounced her boobies and poked her tongue out tongue drunk.

At last, the witch’s spell of seduction was complete. She spread herself out on the grassy forest floor, beckoning the viewers ever closer with a crooked finger. As they crept towards her, the moonlight illuminated details they might have previously missed: within the black lace of her thong, dark wetness glistened between her plump pussy lips. Her wrists and ankles were still covered in the remnants of blood red ribbons from her spell.

Slowly, the witch closed her pointy hat over her saucer eyes, saying a final phrase in a deep, throaty voice: “Now, my friends… let the real magic begin.”