I took some oil applied it to her thighs and tried to get the way to her vagina.. She dint react it was a green signal… I moved my finger to her pus...y started giving a slow massage and she was moaning… Ah.. ahh… That’s it.. I slowly put my finger inside her pussy and she was going mad… She was like common Raj, faster… faster…I removed her towel and panties and she was like a golden fish… I started giving her a squirt job.. after sometime she cummed all over and hugged me tightly and thanked me. . I love you..." I repeated over and over and she just rolled her eyes."Now you are becoming boring pet." She cocked her eyebrow. "But I could reward you... how about this!" SNAP!She snapped her fingers and I felt the rush of orgasm, the joy, the privilege... and the denial."Your mind just came slave... not your body." The succubus laughed maliciously as I crumbled at her feet, face first."Oh, is the slave broken?" But I could not even answer, I felt the drool drip from my mouth as I. It was about 8:30 on a sticky, windless June evening in North Myrtle Beach. I was staying for a week in an oceanfront condo with a couple of buddies who had just left to go clubbing for the night. I had drunk far too much the night before and the thought of another round made my stomach roll, so I took a raincheck. I threw on a pair of trunks and a ratty T-shirt and headed for the beach, with the vague thought of swimming until dark. But as I was crossing the wooden bridge that protected the. The tip of your cock time and time again meets my cervix. Each time you pull almost all of the way out, only to thrust back in, reaching yet another depth close to my core. It’s as if your cockhead is trying to pry open my cervix. The sensation is amazing, and I know it won’t be long until I am riding the wave of an incredible orgasm. Your thrusting begins to slow slightly as you lean over, putting your lips just next to my ear. Your voice is low and sounds as if you are growling the words to.