You can't hold back any longer

With each thrust into the soft underside of Anja's cleavage your throbbing cock slides between her warm breasts. Each time the purpled, oozing head of your cock emerges from between those luscious breasts she curls her tongue around it and sucks it between her ruby lips. And each of those thrusts becomes more urgent and intense as you feel your pleasure building.

Your fingers tighten in the blanket held over you both, your toes curl against her legs, you groan and close your eyes surrendering completely to sensation of her juicing mouth and the soft flesh of her breasts. Anja, being a succubus, is quite familiar with the signs of your impending orgasm. She moans steadily around your cock and gasps each time the cockhead withdraws from her mouth and disappeares down into her cleavage. She guides it again and again into her mouth with her tongue.

"Oh Gods, Anja," you moan. "Swallow it. Drink your fill."

You cry out and arch your back and thrust up into her mouth as your prick shudders and stiffens with orgasm. It twitches within her mouth and your cum explodes across her tongue. You can feel the magic of it, you can feel yourself being swallowed along with each gooey rope of spunk you fire down her throat. The pleasure is as intense as any orgasm you've ever experienced and you almost complain when she pulls her mouth from your prick with a sigh.

"You're so delicious," she cries as you continue to cum, spunking across her ruby lips and covering the tops of her breasts in your hot load. You slow your thrusts and Anja gradually relaxes her hold on her breasts so that they fall back into place and your cum oozes across her hard nipples and into the valley between her tits.

"Thank you, master," she says, sitting up from beneath the blanket and dipping her fingers into the cum. You watch as she scoops your spunk into her mouth and licks her fingers clean.

You start to sit up, but you're more drained feeling than you expected. Like you have gone two days without sleeping. Anja slides up beside you and curles against your body beneath the blanket. She kisses you, long and lingering, and looks into your eyes. You roll onto your side to face her and let your hand fall upon the curve of her hip. You feel your soft cock begin to stir, but Anja kisses you again and warns you to sleep.

"Any more and you may lapse into a coma," she says. "Better to sleep."

She is probably right, and yet your prick disagrees. It stiffens to full hardness, still damp with her spit, and it presses against the soft cleft of her thighs.