Succubus

Ch. 8 TensionBabe

The succubus gently stroked her lovers' hair with her fingers. A exhausted sigh came from her lips, how she wished she was with her sex victim. Savannah felt horrible for thinking such things, but she couldn't help it. Even the signed contract didn't makes things easier for her.
She dressed in a tight purple shirt,with ripped jeans, and sneakers. Savannah cupped her breasts raising them higher from the rim of the colar. Time to see Victor.

Victor brewed his coffee while reading morning paper. He looks over to the clock then back to the prints.
A knock at the door startles him. Victor runs his hand through his hair, taking a deep breath. He unlocks the door, opening it widely to see Savannah. "Uh, good morning neighbor." His eye twitched a little, with a weak a smile crossing over his face.
Before Victor can make any reaction she closed the door behind her, and pulled his collar. Savannah pressed her lips against his, hungrily making out with him. He melted in her trap, forgetting about his coffee in the kitchen.
Savannah felt power sore through her body, a tingling feeling left her begging for more. She jumped in his arms, her lips mingling with his. Victor pushed her against the wall for more laverage, then they slowly slipped from the wall to the floor. "Victor." She moans his name, nipping at his neck with soft bites and kisses.
She sat on top of him, slowly removing her top. Her breasts pop out and he almost fainted from the sight. "They're so big and soft." He says trying to feel them over the fabric of the bra. "Mmm, they are, aren't they?" Savannah tossed her shirt aside, unclipped her bra slowly to tease him. Victor stared, impatiently waiting. The straps tickled her side as she let it slip from her body.
Victor seized for the breasts, cupping and squeezing them in his hands.