And then, I burst. The teenage succubus bore a slenderer figure and a fuller face than her mother, but her features were otherwise the same. A single lick coursed through me, flattening my labia and wetting my inner-lips. I don’t have a plan; I’ve just been winging it. “One moment,” I called to the door, adjusting myself in the mirror. I gave him another studious once-over, checking the loose spots in his clothing for signs of a weapon before I finally opened the door. “I can’t see anything; it’s my sister who scouted the place while you searched me.”
“Where is she?! I might as well tie myself to a stake and light the match. Watching her pleasure flourish from my hand and mouth made my arousal grow, and I grinded my thighs together beneath myself, almost feeling the skin that should’ve been there. Her violet irises gleamed, each orb reflecting a fisheye of my curved arousal.
