With honey

Eve is pissed. The little bastard gives her the coolest gift ever, then doesn't want to play. She doesn't let the anger reach her face.

She glibly lies. "One more night of cosplay and I promise I'll put it away."

She sees John frowning, so she gives him her best sexy smile. "Please. Pretty please?"

She sees his indecision and bats her eyes. "Just tonight."

"Fine. Ok, so long as you take that damn thing off."

She grins like shark sensing blood in the water. "Of course stud. I'll be right back, let me change."

Eve slips into the bathroom. She slips off her dress revealing the demoness costume. She marvels at the shiny latex like scales of the outfit. She pinches the nipple and moans. The costume almost feels like skin.

She is so hot from her deception, she is already dripping wet. Since she is supposed to be changing, she realizes she has a few minutes. She teases her clit and pinches her right nipple.

She looks up at mirror, as she orgasms. Her pretty black horns have reappeared from their nest in her hair. She knows she is ready for a great big cock.

She struts in from the bathroom, her ass swaying and her luscious breasts bouncing. She licks her lips as she watches John grow erect. He kisses her and begins massaging her ass. Silly boy, she thinks. Of course she understands his confusion, usually she enjoys a little foreplay.

"I'm already sooo wet, just fuck me." She whispers in his ear.

She tears off his clothes as they head to the bedroom. She squeals in delight as he penetrates her. Everything is downhill from there. He seems tired and slow.

"Faster! Harder! Faster!" She encourages.

She barely has one orgasm when he spasms and rolls over. Eve pokes him.

"Wakey wakey." She pokes him again. "C'mon wake up!" She scowls. "Wake up you tired little prick!"

Eve is pissed. She gets up and scowls at at John. As she plants her fists into her hips, she remembers a gag gift. Five minutes of digging through a closet and she has a working, big, black vibrator.

She lays back and works it in and out of her pussy. After about orgasm twelve she drifts off to sleep.

John can't believe he let her talk him into cosplay again. Not only is he sick as dog, he can't help but feel there is something wrong with that costume.

As Eve struts out of the bathroom, John's eyes almost bug out. The costume may be cursed, but it makes her look like a goddess.

She drags him into the bedroom and begins fucking her. Despite exhaustion, he is pounding her hard. Yet, she is ever more demanding.

He cums. The lighted room fades into a long shrinking tunnel. As darkness engulfs John, all he can think as at least she promised to get rid of the cursed thing...