And when I turned my head to look, I could feel long strandsof hair falling across my face. So apparently I was also wearing a wig.I searched my head,...hoping to remember what had happened last night. LikeI said--friends, shots, a hot hooker in the street, then nothing. Idesperately tried to remember something, anything, but the pain in myballs kept me from concentrating.If only somebody would just cut them off, then I could think clearly.Wait! What was I thinking? Cut off my balls? Why would I. I was eager for new thrills."While attaining my knowledge I read about succubi. These demons, along with their male counterparts the incubi, are the avatars for the sin of lust. They are said to be the embodiment of sexual perfection. Over the centuries many a man of knowledge has attempted to summon a succubus in order to gratify carnal desires."It is a highly dangerous act, for a succubus is also a vampire. She drains her victim, often completely, of their life force during the act of sex.. Her breath came in short hard gasps; my hand reached around to rub and pinch her slippery clit. She pushed back closer to me and ground her ass into my groin while her slim fingers tugged and twisted her stiff nipples. Her pussy tightened as my hips thrust furiously into the tight moist heat surrounding my cock. Our moans filled the warm late-night air and mingled with the sound of boats passing nearby. My large hand slid down the curved waist to squeeze her ass cheek. "Scream my name," I. Biting her lip, eyes closed, she eases two fingers inside herself. She gets halfway before she has to release the next moan, louder now, gripping her breast firmly. Wiggling her fingers, her hips shuffle and she smiles; another moan. The rest of her fingers prove equally exciting, feeling the knuckle slide over her lips gives her another reason to bite her lip until her fingers will go no more. She breathes out. She’s only just realised she was holding her breath. She giggles and grins to.