The fruit of her labors would come bursting out.   Jetting thick ropes of his hot cum into her inviting mouth.   With those almond shaped eyes remaining fixed upward.  She would claim the semen without loss.  As she drank of him, as if he were a god.  Once the last ebb of flow trickled out.    She pull off the spent cock,  deftly her tongue snakes out and swirls the bulbous head.   Adoring attention is given, cleaning the idol she just paid homage to.<br/><br/>Finally her gaze drops.  Along with her hands, as they move down to the trousers now bunched at your ankles.     She would then help you step out of those leggings.   With you free of all your clothing, basking in the moment of bliss.    Your lover for the night would rise up with a fluid sensual grace.   Stretching up to her tip toes.  Lightly brushing her lips against yours in a soft quick peck of a kiss.   Then relaxing off of her extended rise of her toes.   Her hands drawing to her shoulders.   Slipping off her sorceress robe off of her shoulders.   With a wiggle born of all wicked thoughts that might flash in ones mind.  She shimmy out of her garment.<br/><br/>Her left hand reaches out claims your right,  a gentle tug given once again.   To urge you over to the bed.  As she turns and begins to move towards it.   While stepping out of her sorceress robe now pooled at her feet.