Spencer matched Carrow's moan and answer with a thankful, appreciative moan of her own. She didn't think she could have handled it if The woman cut her orgasm short again.
And thankfully, Spencer was right in her prediction as she was allowed to ride out the crashing waves of her orgasm as Carrow continued to move inside of her. She didn't think orgasms could even be this powerful and satisfying. It was by far the best thing she ha experienced. Coupled with the strange freedom of not being in control, the orgasm was freeing in itself. And she wanted more. And what Spencer Fawcett wanted, she always found a way to get it. Even if that meant more time at the mercy of this dark witch.
Feeling the phallus slide out of her, Spencer groaned at the loss, suddenly feelig empty. She could feel that her thighs were wet from her arousal. He chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath and come back to earth. Still in a post orgasmic state, Spencer moaned as Carrow ran the cock over her lips. She could taste herself on it as for some reason that spurred her to take the cock in her mouth, lewdly cleaning herself off of it.