You decided that you could not grab a knife and go far away naked. You see how a witch throws firewood into the oven and makes a sauce of vegetables and herbs. "Turkey. Tasty turkey," the witch sings. You have closed your eyes and are waiting for you to cook in the hot air of the oven.
A witch came to you with a baking sheet, a cup of sauce and butter. Without difficulty, she put you on a baking sheet. Your body trembled with cold metal. “You'll warm up soon and become tanned. In the oven, your white skin will turn golden brown and crisp,” she says, rubbing butter and sauce over her body. She puts you on her knees and presses your chest against the pivot. The witch ties the little boats to the wrists. “You were a virgin,” she says, stuffing a carrot into your pussy. You made a faint moan. After the carrot entered the ass. “The finishing touch,” she says, stuffing a ripe red apple into her mouth and taking off your glasses.
She puts you in the oven and closes it. Three hours later, your body was fully prepared and the witch began to eat. She bit off a piece of juicy flesh, starting from the ass. All that remains of you is a bunch of white bones. The witch patted her stomach, “Fine.” She said.
THE END FOR POOR OLYA
