Magica let out a pleased purr, laying on the bed and allowing Donald to do most of the work. Let him explore, let him discover, all while she enjoyed his soft touch. She moved when she had to, no need to tear the fabric even if she could fix it with a flick of the wrist, so he wouldn't grow frustrated.

All the while she kept her eyes on his face, enjoying the look of shock and lust mingling in those blues. If he ever dared to glance back, he'd see her licking her lips.