As her fingers sank into his clothes, Aelin nibbled on Darius's ears. Her nails bruised his chest as they dragged downwards, and the spread of her saliva on the side of his ears sent a shiver up his spine and deposited the succubi aphrodisiac. With a breathy huff, the mage turned his head to his lover. Their eyes matched each other, full of desire and a buck like rut.
Stretching her tongue, the succubus turned it serpentine and invaded her lover's wet lips. Grabbing his face with an animalistic desperation in her eyes, she turned his chair around and sat down on his thighs with raw pussy, carrying all of her weight. Wet and sloppy, her tongue coiled around his and savoured every inch of Darius's mouth, all the while her asshole twitched in trepidant excitement.
