Daphne grinned triumphantly. She didn't bother to say anything though and let her grin say it all. She still wore the grin as she looked back over her shoulder at Sara. "I like a strong hand," Daphne purred. "Like any proper witch." She spoke with complete sincerity.
The finger touching her made her moan loudly. A shiver ran through her as Sara asked her questions. "I want you to ravish me," Daphne moaned. "However you want…just do it hard and deep…"
The cool hair on her burning cunt made her breath quick and fast as Sara's fingers were suddenly inside her. "On top of me…behind me…" she mused. "With your cock…" Sara was the boy after all. "I want your hands touching me and your lips kissing me…"