Three Times I Showed My Tits in This Witch Costume

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her eyes meet yours, dark and knowing, as she slowly lifts her gaze from her breasts to your face. She is in control here, her curvy body on full display in that tight witch costume. The purple cape slips over one shoulder, framing those big tits perfectly. She knows you're watching, knows you can't look away.

Her hands dance over her body, touching the fabric of her bodysuit, running up her thighs in those stockings. She leans in closer, filling the frame with her chest, and then she's topless, those beautiful breasts right in front of you. Her eyes never leave yours, even when she closes them for a moment, her lips parted in a silent invitation. You can feel your pulse racing, your breath catching in your throat. Your hand is moving on its own now, stroking to the rhythm of her slow movements.

She's teasing you now, sitting back on her heels, her hat still perched on her head. Her gloved hands frame her face, drawing your eyes back to hers. You can feel yourself getting harder, your ache growing with every passing moment. She knows exactly what she's doing to you. How long will you last?