It is Quite a Figure...

Grinning naughtily, Cassandra reaches up for young man's belt, pulling herself up straight - standing on her knees. The raven-haired Succubus eases open Alfred's buckle, looking up into his gaze with her ruby-red Doe-eyes. Well, Doe-eyes with the only shreds of innocence they might have once possessed long since sacrificed before the altars of Carnal Lust. Fingers pry into the young man's pants.

With one mighty yank she shreds the young man's pants clean off his legs, a her face full of manic glee as Alfred's 10" cock bounces free from it's tattered confines. Cassandra looks hungrily over the thick member, biting her lip. She shifts in arousal, her breath growing heady as she runs a single finger along the young man's underside, her long manicured nail, painted black, sharply trailing after, guiding the tip to her lovely mouth. Opening her jaw in welcome, Cassandra takes Alfred's manhood betwixt her full, soft black painted lips, gently sucking upon him, eliciting a gasp from the young man, who would have jumped if not for the fact he was restrained by some unseen ****.

Her skilled tongue rolls and teases over his head, pushing at the slit before rolling languorously around the spongy tip. A serene sigh escapes Alfred at the marvelous sight delectable sensations,