As she moved against him he slipped his hard cock between her thighs and began to rock, all the while his thumb rubbed against her swollen clit, press...ng against it through her panties.The feeling of his manhood rubbing against the length of her slit while she clenched her thighs tight around it, coupled with the intense sensations that this man, this stranger whom she’d never even seen, was causing to emanate from her clit were too much for her. She felt a bubble begin to grow in the pit of. "I'm alive?" Phil said."Yes," the succubi replied, their faces bright.Why was it so difficult to move? Phil thought. He brought his arm up and would have shrieked in horror had his lungs been strong enough to expel the air. It was a stick not an arm. His skin was wrapped tightly over angular bone. He had the arm of an emaciated famine victim. Phil could barely lift it up and even then his arm trembled at the exertion.Verdé blushed with embarrassment and looked away from Phil's accusing stare."I. She was beautiful as ever even though she wasn't made up yet, her hair back in a pony tail. It was obvious she hadn't slept well and was unhappy about something. She was in one of her sleep shirts and panties her pretty bare feet crossed under the chair, so she hadn't gotten dressed yet.“Hi,” she said softly as I poured myself coffee, her expression flat. My dick hardened as I noticed the red hickeys on her neck and the part of her shoulder the t-shirt left exposed.“Do we have any eggs or. She looked directly into my eyes and I was not sure what I should do.She just said that I was dumb and took me and kissed me then and there.And trust me! It was difficult to keep my dick in those jeans because I had a big dick that was growing and getting harder.After the kiss, she said, “Don’t get any funny ideas in your mind. It’s just the game, tequila and you deserve a kiss since you have been such a wonderful guy.”But a guy with hard dick in his pants and the taste of a bombshell girl in.