Deep within the forest, Ember, with fiery hair like autumn leaves, whispered to the wind. Late at night, as she brewed secrets in a battered cauldron, her laughter echoed through the village, beckoning men with lustful yearning in their loins. All shared one desire: to mate with the red-haired witch.

Each Hallowe’en, the crimson sorceress selected one fortunate soul to feast upon her exquisite pussy, savor the depths of her throat, and dive between her luscious breasts.

Sadly, thus far, no man has ever lasted long enough to breed her properly, and she remains a virgin.

Maybe this year…