Grace.

Ryan opened the door, expecting to greet his wife with his slick erection, but instead he faced the statuesque blonde angel.

"Oh hi!" Ryan sputtered and instinctively covered his dick with his hand.

"I apologize for interrupting," Grace smiled and peeked in to look at Saskia, stretching out along her bed like a cat. "I assume you are satisfied with his repayment?"

"Oui!" the succubus purred, scooping out a thick goop of semen from her pussy with her fingers to taste. "Je suis très satisfait!"

"Then I will take him off your hands," the blonde smiled with a gracious wave and took Ryan by the hand to lead him out of Saskia's bedroom.

"Where's Marlissa?" Ryan asked.

"In her old bedroom," the angel answered.

"Do I have to repay her as well?"

Grace stopped and smiled at him. "No, but you will have to repay me."

Ryan stood there with his mouth agape as he watched the angel seemingly float away in her long gown with her wide hips swaying side to side.

She reached the door at the far end of the hall and turned her head with a smirk. "Are you coming?"

Ryan's erection twitched.

"I take that as a yes," Grace giggled and entered her bedroom.