Clara found the humor in Sara’s statement. It was really funny too because it was true. There weren’t many witches that could have performed charms under such circumstances. But, avoiding fire had likely been more luck than skill… “Yeah. True,” she conceded with a moaning laugh.
“Oh…oh…” Clara whimpered over and over as she felt her tummy tighten and flutter.
Biting her lower lip she moaned and stifled what likely would have been a scream. Arching her back, she pressed her cunt to Sara’s lips, fresh wetness seeped out heavily as her orgasm tore through her. Clara held her breath for a long time to stop another one before slumping back against the walk, gulping in air.
“See…no scream,” Clara panted. However, she knew that Sara wasn’t done with her yet. If she had learned nothing else about her, it was clear that Sara was relentless.