After a quick warming, Alan took the succubus to the room.
Of course, the succubus had shapeshifted into a normal human-looking woman to blend in.
After getting inside, she canceled her shape-shifting.
"My, My, you look so eager to fuck ... Don’t tell even with that many won they couldn’t satisfy you," She joked while sucking her own finger, coating it with thick saliva.
"Do you want to give you a head first... Or do you want to do sothing more to excite your heart; sothing like twerking or dancing seductively, you can be open with , I can fulfill anything," She uttered proudly licking her lips.
Hearing this, Alan was speechless, he stated to see her twerk, and dance seductively.
The succubus smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief as she saw the eager look on Alan’s face.
She could practically feel the heat radiating off his body, the intensity of his desire palpable in the small, dimly lit room.
"My my, so the pretty little things can’t satisfy you, hmm?" she purred, slowly trailing a finger down her own neck, leaving a glistening trail of saliva in its path.
Her tongue darted out, licking the finger clean as her eyes locked onto Alan’s hinting sothing else.
The way she licked it was erotic and sexy.
With a wicked grin, the succubus began to move closer to him, her hips swaying in a hypnotic rhythm.
She turned around, bending at the waist to present her shapely butt cheeks to Alan.
They were fat.
Slowly, teasingly, she started to move her hips in a circular motion, her ass jiggling and bouncing with each rotation.
With each motion it would release a invisible red hypnotic beam.
The succubus looked back over her shoulder, her hair falling in loose waves around her face.
She could see Alan’s eyes were glued to her ass, his mouth slightly agape.
Clap! Clap!
Emboldened, she started to move faster, her ass clapping loudly as it slapped against her thighs.
Suddenly, she spun around, her tits bouncing freely as she began a seductive dance.
Her hands road over her curves, caressing and squeezing.
She walked towards Alan, her hips swaying and rolling with each step.
When she reached him, she climbed into his lap, straddling him.
She could feel his hardness through his pants, pressing insistently against her.
She leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear. Her breath was hot against his skin as she whispered, "You want to keep going? I can be as naughty as you want to be..."
Her hand crept down to palm him through his pants, squeezing and stroking his hard length.
Holy Fuck...
The succubus could see the lust and desperation in Alan’s eyes, and she reveled in it.
She knew she had him right where she wanted him - at her rcy, ready to give in to his basest instincts, a pawn within her palm.
And she was going to make him beg for it, make him plead for her touch, her body, her everything.
She wanna hear him say that he wants to fuck her, unless then, no touchy touchy.
She climbed off his lap and began to slowly peel off her top, revealing more and more of her creamy skin.
She tossed the garnt aside, leaving her bare breasts exposed, those red nipples looked juicy.
The succubus could see Alan’s eyes widen as they road hungrily over her naked flesh.
A wicked grin spread across her face as she reached out to grab his hand, guiding it to her chest. She could feel his fingers sinking into the soft, pliant flesh, kneading and squeezing.
With her other hand, she slowly peeled down her skirt, revealing more of her long, shapely legs.
She could see Alan’s breath quickening, his eyes darkening with lust as more and more of her skin was revealed.
She kicked the skirt away, leaving her clad in nothing but a tiny pair of panties that left little to the imagination.
The succubus leaned in close, her breasts pressing against Alan’s chest as her lips brushed against his ear.
She could feel his heartbeat pounding beneath her touch, could feel the heat radiating off his skin. She whispered, her voice low and sultry.
"You want to touch more, don’t you? You want to feel every inch of my body, to explore every curve and crevice until you’ve mapped out every contour..."
She nipped at his earlobe, her sharp teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.
Her hand crept down his chest, her fingers splaying across his stomach before dipping lower, teasingly tracing the waistband of his pants.
She could feel his muscles clenching beneath her touch, could feel the anticipation building in him.
"Tell what you want," she breathed, her lips brushing against his sharp jawline that can cut bedrocks.
"Tell everything you want to do to , all the dirty, filthy things you’ve been imagining. Don’t hold back, MASTER♡, I want to hear it all,"
She punctuated her words with a roll of her hips, grinding herself against the prominent bulge in Alan’s pants.
She could feel his hard length throbbing against her, straining against the fabric of his trousers.
She licked her lips at the feeling, a fresh wave of desire washing over her.
Of course, she doesn’t know she is playing with fire, that can burn her.
Alan grabbed her by her neck and lifted her like Undertaker ready to slam her.
"Good... You managed to make excited," He said.
Damn... I am about to cum without doing anything, of this gets out, I will be laughing stock.
Huff* this bitch... I will make sure she doesn’t walk for ages.
With that, he threw her to the floor.
"Go on... Lick my feet," He commanded.
For a lowly succubus, it’s her greatest honor that nine generations of her ancestors cultivated, just to lick Alan’s feet.
The succubus looked up at Alan, surprise written across her face.
"Your... feet?" She stuttered, unable to hide her shock at his unexpected command.
Alan grinned down at her, enjoying her expression.
"You heard ," he said.
"Get to it!"
The succubus hesitated for a mont, her earlier bravado slipping away.
She’d expected him to want to touch her, to explore her body, not to humiliate her in such a way.
Could it be strange fetish?
But she also knew that she’d agreed to give him everything he wanted...
With a resigned sigh, she lowered her head to the ground.
Her face flushed with embarrassnt, the succubus knelt before Alan.
His feet were inches from her face.
She hesitantly extended her tongue, hesitating for a mont before finally making contact with his skin.
No cap, she rather lick dirty, unwashed, uncleaned dick than feet.
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