She wants your cock in her mouth.

Izzy turns to you, mischief in her eyes. She drops to her knees before you, takes your long hard cock in one hand, and without preamble, closes her red lips around your cock.

You gasp sharply. When the sparks clear from your eyes, you see - and feel - that your entire cock has disappeared into your mouth. She bobs her horned head once, just slightly, letting you enjoy the feel of her lips and tongue fully embracing you. You moan, and Izzy gives a muffled chuckle.

Then, without releasing you, she shifts position, spreading her knees apart. Her free right hand drops between her thighs, out of your view, but you can guess where it went after you hear a faint wet sound and she murmurs with satisfaction.

She bobs her head again, drawing her back halfway before leaning forward and taking you back in. This becomes a slow rhythm, steady, maddening. She doesn't pause for breath; there's some magic or demonic talent at work. You might wonder about it if you could think about anything other than Izzy's lips and tongue.

And she doesn't neglect herself. Her hand works between her thighs, her hips rise and fall, and she makes pleased little noises around your cock. Those moans become more urgent as the sounds of her wet fingers quicken. Her rising arousal, on top of the feel of her fingers and lips around your cock, soon has you gasping as well.

It's overwhelming, and it seems impossible that you could outlast her, but it happens. Izzy shivers, moans sharply around your cock, moans again. She leans into you, taking you deep between her lips for a long moment. Then her head jerks back and you slip out of her mouth, and she gasps, cries out, shudders and shouts, clinging to your cock with one hand, stroking herself desperately with the other.

That display would have been pretty enough to set you off on its own, but her eyes flick up, and she sees your imminent need. She falls forward, taking you into her hot wet mouth. Half a dozen deep fast strokes send your excitement stratospheric. Your hips jerk and you explode, your shouts echoing from the walls. She clings to you, letting you throb and burst in her mouth, letting you empty yourself into her. When you start to subside, she squeezes, caressing with her tongue and making you gasp. After a pause, she does it again, then once more, leaving you weak.

She draws her lips off of you, settling back on her heels, her hand lightly holding your tingling cock. You stare at each other, both panting. She smiles, brings her right hand out from under her, and slowly licks her fingers. "As soon as we get this hard again," she whispers, giving your shaft a little tap, "I know the perfect place to put it."