Succubus Seduction

Richard sits bound to a wooden chair—wrists pinned behind, ankles lashed to the front legs—his chest bare and cock already straining. Victoria climbs on like she owns him, grinding down hard enough to make the wood creak. She slides off, palms and hips rubbing his bulge until the fabric’s soaked. A quick snip and his briefs fall away. Her mouth wraps around him, slow, wet pulls that stop just short of too much. Her fist pumps next, taking him to the brink over and over, every stroke a dare. Shift to the padded bench. Victoria settles her pussy over his face, tights stretched tight until his tongue finds the soaked patch. She rocks, drenching his lips, then swings around and sinks onto his cock. First she stretches out on top, then she sits upright, grinding until he’s shaking. She hovers—barely letting him in—before ripping the tights open and driving down in one slick thrust. Reverse cowgirl now, she rides slow, lifts off when he twitches, then settles into a sixty-nine where her mouth keeps him throbbing and denied. Even after he spills a small load, Victoria refuses to let up. She rides, strokes, sucks, switches angles until he’s pleading. One final, relentless stroke pushes him over, leaving him wrecked and spent under her.