We shifted uncomfortably for a moment before we both realized what the problem was. I popped my wriggling point into her hot channel, squirmed the rest inside, and tasted her. Sex Well, a succubus can’t be forced, can she? What had I been dreaming of? We could go back from this, and never again speak of this night. I felt her hands sliding up my thighs, converging on the space between them. It popped free with a smack of her lips, and rested alongside her nose, covering one eye. It was very easy to see me in her then. I groaned frustratedly, “I want to show you what I can do, Mommy, but I’m too weak!”
“Shh…” she burred her lips against mine, “shh, baby-girl. She inhaled through her nose, filling her sinuses with my scent, and she let out a shaking breath through her mouth, moistening my dewy flesh. My eyes drew to her clitoral hood, which now only partially-concealed the throbbing pearl within it. “Let me love you, baby-girl.” She moaned so sweetly, undulating softly against me, “I haven’t been with another for nearly twenty years. I quirked my lips around my dessert, and drew her into my mouth. My body moved at her command, shifting and wiggling, gyrating and grinding, writhing beneath her in a pathetic dance of submission.
