My best friend fucked my slutty stepmother

My best friend fucked my slutty stepmother We couldn’t torture them even if they wanted to. The air in the room seems to grow heavier, the silence between us thickening like a palpable mist. A short while later, she comes back. I think back to the doctor’s office, the sterile smell and the antiseptic tone of the doctor’s voice. They all seem to be working their magic on other men, but none of them hold a candle to the blond-haired dancer. I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out. “Just for you.”

“I’m sorry. It’s only a problem when the attention is… Her nipples harden further beneath my touch, and she lets out a soft sigh, her eyes fluttering closed. The woman’s eyes flicker towards me, a hint of a smile playing on her lips as she continues to dance. The succubus’s eyes seem to gleam with a knowing light, as if she can see right through me. “Sorry to disappoint you,” she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Oh yeah,” I finally blurt out. Only the male of our kind, an incubus, can make a succubus. As she disappears from view, I take a moment to collect myself. At least it will be quick with me, a lot less suffering for me and them to be frank. The younger man watches her intently, his eyes fixed on her breasts. I pull into my driveway, turn off the car, and walk up the front porch steps.