Cristina is more than a little distracted

All she wanted was to spend the afternoon with Jeremy, waiting for a sign of improvement, and instead all she can think about is the monster across the room with the monster cock, wondering when it will come across the room and plug her right next to her boyfriend, fill her up to the brim like she didn't think was possible, use her as its plaything and make her come again and again with that hypnotic dick.

Whether it will flip her on to the bed and plunge into her from behind or take her on her back, spreading her legs and cramming her with that meat, shaking the bed while Jeremy slumbers on, his girlfriend getting reamed by a beast.

The lithe Asian squirms, her pussy on fire. She has her hands clamped to the arms of the chair and resists shoving her hand down her soaked panties. You continue rubbing your monstrous cock, smearing your tainted fluid over the bulbous head and veined shaft. You never break eye contact with the poor girl, relishing her unbidden arousal as her boyfriend lies in bed beside her. Your tongue flicks out of your mouth and she whimpers.

“I could come over there and feed you this cock,” you say, “but I think you're dying for a taste. And then you want me to ram it into that pussy you're trying so hard not to touch in front of your boyfriend there. You're wondering if it will all fit, aren't you, babe? If you'll feel it in your entire body? How much better it'll feel than your boyfriend's pathetically small dick? Whether you'll scream so loud anyone who's alive will rush in here. Whether you'll moan the name of the god who abandoned you. I could give you the answers right now,” you say, walking closer to her, your hand still working your cock, “but where's the fun in that?”

Standing in front of her now you reach down and sweep her up, holding her in place against the wall with your powerful tail. You lift her dress and pull the wet fabric of her panties aside, savoring the rich scent of her fear and arousal. You take the first lazy licks along her folds, prominent below a tidily trimmed blond tuft, setting in motion her inevitable path to Lilith. Your agile tongue stabs into her and caresses her walls, wiggling inside her like no human tongue can.

“Oh shit,” she exclaims, “don't–” but the thought apparently dies half formed because she just grabs your horns as you effortlessly take the first orgasm from her, tremors passing through your tail as she shakes against the wall.