Fuck At Her Own Pace

Lois let out a little sigh as she eased the tip of the demon's dick past the lips of her cunt. Part of her was burning for this—yearning for it—and not just because of the succubi's addictive jizz. It had been just a long time since Lois had sex with anybody, and her body was wired and ready.

Instinct wanted her to slam her ass back until that hot fuckstick was stirring up her guts and punching her cervix, to pound away despite the pain and tears until she felt an ocean of jizz pump straight into her fertile womb and then—only then—to begin a long series of climaxes, screaming loud enough to wake the neighbors. To **** Blaze until Lois was sated and full.

But those were adolescent fantasies. The reporter wiggled her ass and let it slide a little deeper into her cooze, enjoying the heat and girth of a real, live dick after her long dry spell. Horny teenagers fingered and rubbed themselves to silly ideas that their hole could stretch to any limit, take any pounding. The more adventurous ended up in the hospital, explaining to mom and dad how they got something stuck up their ass or down their urethra.

Lois was an adult woman. One thing about being an adult was knowing how to take pleasures...slowly. To enjoy the experience more. To press her limits carefully.

And, the reporter smiled to herself, to tease Blaze as much as possible.

So the reporter fucked the succubus at her own pace, slow strokes, taking the cock a little deeper each time, gasping slightly each time the shaft spread her dripping cunt a little wider, as the flared head scraped her inside a little deeper. Lois smiled to herself every time that crown rubbed her g-spot, coming and going.

She reached up and groped her own breasts, feeling her hard, erect nipples between her hands. Generous handfuls, perky with just that hint of sag that drove men wild. Lois wondered what it would be like if her breasts got bigger, swollen up with milk. The reporter had always secretly envied those women who were well-endowed enough to kiss and lick their own tits, to bring a nipple up to lips and suck themselves off...

Behind her, Blaze growled. Lois could feel the trembling frustration in the demon, the shaft stiff as an iron bar, and knew that the succubus must be on edge.

The reporter slowed her pace, moving her ass forward until the tip was just barely leaving her slit, and then sliding backward, swallowing it in as deep as she dared. Repeating the motion three or four times had the demon almost vibrating with barely contained lust, and Lois herself could feel her excitement rising, releasing one breast to reach down between her legs, rubbing at the hard little clitoris there with little circular motions.

"Talk to me," Lois demanded, as she picked up the pace again. "If you want me to get you off, then give me a reason. Describe it. Tell me what you want to do to me..."