"You like that, don't you? You like being used like a little slut, a cheap one," he hissed, one hand moving upwards to choke her neck.
"Admit it, you're just a whore who can't get enough of cocks!"
His words sent a shiver down her spine, igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume them both.
"Yes... Yes, I'm your little slut, your whore, ahhh, ahhh," she moaned, her voice barely coherent through the haze of pleasure.
"I can't get enough of your big, hard cock... It's all I want, all I need!"
As she spoke, her pussy clenched even tighter around him, milking his length greedily.
Her body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release.
The room was filled with the symphony of their passionate encounter, each sounds more erotic than the last.
The succubus felt Alan's grip tighten around her neck, cutting off her air just enough to make her heart race with a delicious mix of fear and desire.
