Desperately wanting to see what the next page had in store, he was surprised at the change of venue. She was now laying back on his favourite chair by the fire, both legs indecently splayed over the arms. She was completely nude and laid out before him, furiously pumping her fingers in and out. Something in the corner of the picture captures his eye and for the first time in nearly half an hour he looks up from the book. His eyes flick back down to the book, then up again taking in the sight before him. Her magic was beyond compare, the image in the book capturing every second that his witch was pleasuring herself right here, right now and right in front of him in perfect synchronicity. He couldn’t stop watching, transfixed, he sat back and took out his dick stroking himself in time to her rhythms. 