Sorceress rides post-ritual with tits out

In the flickering candlelight of her arcane chamber, the sorceress grips her jeweled staff, her braided blonde hair swaying as ancient chants fade into heavy breaths. Hooded in purple robes that part like midnight mist, she straddles him urgently, large breasts spilling free, nipples hardening in the cool air—why now? The ritual's energy surges through her, demanding release in raw, carnal magic. Her spread legs tremble as she lowers onto his thick shaft, pussy lips stretching wide around him, pubic hair damp with arousal, clitoris throbbing visibly. She grinds slow at first, a soft moan escaping her parted lips, breasts apart and bouncing with each descent, the cross necklace glinting against her skin as she rides deeper, chasing the spell's ecstatic climax.