Two teenage boys gang bang their kinky friend’s mother

Two teenage boys gang bang their kinky friend’s mother I think of my wife, my children, my life – would I be able to hold onto those things? “I see,” she purrs, her voice like velvet against my skin. This is one of the few that still use real girls as the entertainment. I nod my head, my eyes still fixed on the pink-haired dancer, but my interest waning slightly as I ask the bartender, “Got any older ones working tonight?” The bartender’s expression remains neutral, but I catch a hint of a raised eyebrow as he polishes another glass. Suddenly, I’m back in the strip club sitting at the bar. The succubus’s grin widens, her lips curling upward in a mischievous smile. He nods discreetly towards the woman, and I follow his gaze to a stage in the corner of the room, partially hidden by a tattered velvet curtain. Her gaze is intense, as if she’s trying to see right through me, to the very soul of my being. She stops short and I’m able to judge just how tall she is. “I don’t really think I fit the bill for being a great succubus.”

“Yes. I want her to be my equal, my partner.”

The succubus’s frown deepens, her lips curling downward in a gesture of disappointment. Her nipples harden further beneath my touch, and she lets out a soft sigh, her eyes fluttering closed. I swallow hard, trying to find my voice. The bartender polishes another glass, his eyes flicking towards the stage before returning to his work. She stops short and I’m able to judge just how tall she is.