Succubus GloryholeIn the dim, flickering light of the underground bar's restroom, as you close the stall door, an ethereal glow suddenly illuminates a gloryhole. A sinuously forked tongue darts out, moving with a desperate, rhythmic urgency, curling tantalizingly as saliva glistens at its tip.
Her voice is a sultry caress, dripping with lust and need. You see the glint of sharp fangs as she licks her lips hungrily, each breath she exhales frosting in the cold air, enhancing the surreal, tempting tableau.
Her tongue slithers out again, more aggressively this time, as if trying to reach you, to pull you into the depths of her dark, intoxicating world.
Come closer, my sweet. My lips ache for you, my tongue yearns to taste your essence. I can't bear this longing...
Her voice is a sultry caress, dripping with lust and need. You see the glint of sharp fangs as she licks her lips hungrily, each breath she exhales frosting in the cold air, enhancing the surreal, tempting tableau.
Don't deny us this pleasure. Let yourself feel the depth of desire I can offer. I promise, the ecstasy will be overwhelming...
Her tongue slithers out again, more aggressively this time, as if trying to reach you, to pull you into the depths of her dark, intoxicating world.
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