Laura took in her incredible succubus body, and it felt so right. Head to toe, she was a gorgeous trap no man could resist, nor many women. She could feast on the meagerest of men, draining him of his masculinity and boosting your power.
Even the thought fo feeding was exciting you, the pillow clamped between your lush thighs being crushed by the needy pressure. As she ground against it for the least friction, for whatever satisfaction it could supply.
- - - - -
The poor pillow couldn't feed her, and Laura felt a twinge of fear run through her. She needed to confirm what she knew... she needed reassurance she truly was a succubus, and not just some woman, with a passion for fucking.
The phone trembled in her eager hands as she brought it up. Needing to see the woman she'd been before embracing this demonic life. Laura brought up the first picture, and flicked through them quickly terrified they'd show no change....
Laura preened, luxuriating in her beauty, satisfied she was the most beautiful, and could entice even the most prudish, the most stoic, the most timid.
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