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The Winter Witch blows in much like Jack Frost. One day she isn’t there, and the next, she’s nipping at your heels. Some confuse her groans of frustration as blustering winds. The truth, however, is that the Winter Witch craves human males to satisfy her sexual appetite. Unfortunately, they become harder and harder for her to find in the cold.
She rustles through the forest, searching for hunters. The men bundled up and hunkered down, looking for prey, have no idea that they will soon be just that. The Winter witch swirls around them like a flurry of white snow, only to appear before them as a thirty-foot-tall Goddess.
The Winter Witch
The men are always shocked by her size and beauty. None have ever laid eyes on such a wonder. The Winter witch is always nude, save for a whispy veil made of sheer fabric that tangles around her like a scarf in the wind. The hunger she feels from being asleep all summer roars within her. The tiny human male doesn’t stand a chance. Even if he dares to run, she snatches him up from where he hides in the brush.
Pleased to have one, at least, she’ll carry him to her lair. A cave no one can ever find. There she strips him and watches as he begins to shiver. The perfect vibrator! The winter witch then reclines back and teased her body with his. Dragging his feet around her nipples and then down her toned belly. She moans out as he struggles in her grip and continues teasing her skin. Just knowing she has found a dildo has her pussy weeping in anticipation. Finally, she holds him by the shoulders and slips him feet first into her aching body.
Her victim hopes to at least find warmth inside of her body, but she is cold as ice. He won’t last long; her only hope is he’ll continue to shiver and squirm long enough for her to reach orgasm.
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