A Compromising Position

A glance told him he had a problem down there. There was a glistening trail of moisture down along the latex stockings below his latex school skirt, which, when he flipped look like he had no underwear but an exposed, leaky, slit. Trying to clean it with a paper towel cleared the trail, but his own release still leaked out, so Adam soaked a few paper towels and retreated to a stall. There was really no other way for him to clean that area other than hands-on.

A few moments later, he sat on the stall, the wet paper towel wrapped around his finger, as he held his finger outside of his... the fake folds. Gritting his teeth, he slowly pushed his fingers in, odd vibrations seeming to ring through the latex and straight to his cock. The feeling felt automatic, following the movement exactly, rather than the succubus actively teasing him.

“What did she..." He started to say before his hand thrust forward suddenly, the feeling around his cock intensifying as it's latex mold began to caress it, following the motions of his suddenly possessed fingers as they pulled back and thrust once more while twisting. The wet paper towel was sliding against the different walls of the fake tunnel, as his possessed legs spread wider in the stall.

I want to make sure we are very thorough while cleaning!

His hand pulling out suddenly, discarding the paper towel on the ground before grabbing the other one and sliding in before he could recover. The mold seemed to be trying to milk his cock, as his 'cleaning fingers' seemed to move in a perfect way for it to tease him.

“Ugg, Christ.” He let out, finding it hard to focus on anything other than his approaching limit.

Huh, interesting.

He barely registered her comment as his peak approached... before his fingers started to slow, Still teasing a bit, but keeping release at bay. He did not notice as the succubi weaved a sign with the fingers on his other hand, the pumping increasing at that time to keep his mind off it, or the unseen **** that unlatched the door and gently pushed it opened.

Instead, Adam felt blue-balled as his fingers stopped. His body denied the release it had prepared for, the ache of being denied in his groin and in his own core. The control of his limbs returning after the disappointment, him sighing as he dropped the paper towel to the side. He was mad at the succubi hijacking his body for such things, and a bit ashamed that a small part of his mind really wished she finished.

He grabbed a piece of toilet paper to dry off his crotch, making sure the slit was dried, before a sharp intake of breath caused him to look up, his eyes meeting with Denise, her eyes locking onto his, her face blushing red.

“U-Um. Hi!”