Mariana's face grew beet red as her subordinate continued to play with her most intimate opening, her hands now groping and clawing the sorceress's curvy, white ass for support. The wicked witch of the West began to whimper, and then to moan, and by the time one of the knight's fingers had found itself sliding in between the sorceress's firm buttocks and rubbing against the sensitive, tiny opening hidden between them, she was ready to explode. (Patreon)