“ Fine, fine . . . ” ㅤ Suddenly it was as if the witch finally relented her assault on the heroine's senses ; pulling her two fingers from her opening with an annoyed ( 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 ) as she did so, retrieving her other hand from the big chesticle as well. She held the two fingers coated in Karen's pleasure in front of herself, studying it with a narrowed eye for a moment before offering it a lick with her tongue to clean it. There was a second of contemplation from her and a pursing of her lips. “ Hm . . . I've had better. ” ㅤ She shrugged, returning her attention to the Kryptonian beneath her. Her arms folded under her own bosom and her head tilted as she looked down impatiently. Waiting for her to beg for more. “ Maybe you 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 the wild thrill I once thought you were. Tits are to die for, though. I was having a lot of fun, but if you don't want to be my plaything . . . ”