Glitters Gold

Faye's moans were anything but tortured, her lashes fluttering. Her heart lifted at his praise, but she was starting to feel like she'd already been a little too good tonight, and she would so hate to let her husband bet bored. "If I were a good girl, I wouldn't be getting a spanking," she reminded him, giving her bright red ass a little wiggle as she threw him a defiant look over her shoulder. "But if you don't think you've got it in you to make me cum again, I'm sure Blaze would be happy to help me out," she purred, fluttering her lashes at him, her sweet tone belying the words that she just knew would set him off.

Archer's eyes narrowed, eyebrows knitting together. "And to think you were being such a good girl," he growled. Nothing got him twisted into knots quite like her acting as if Blaze could do anything better than he could. Discipline her, talk to her, fuck her - no, Archer wanted to win at all of it. He wrapped a hand around her throat as he rammed his stiff cock into her used cunt. "Let's see who makes you cum again and again, shall we?"

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Tisis didn't really want to leave Ty's lap... but in the name of victory, it was a sacrifice she could make. She turned to sit with her knees spread wide as he positioned himself in front of her, a big smile on her lips. "Mhm, you're not wrong," she wiggled her eyebrows, catcalling him loudly. "Come on baby, take it off!"

Ty tracked her every movement, his eyes locked on her spread thighs. "You aren't going to play fair, are you?" He grunted, already imagining what she was about to do while he stripped for her. Two could play this game. Slowly, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and raised it over his head. Inch by inch, the planes of his abs appeared. He wasn't sure who it would be harder on - him or her.

"I live to tempt you," Faye giggled, biting her lip when she saw the look in his eyes. She had purposely kept the net few weeks free, knowing how he'd make the most of the time that he didn't have to worry about keeping her pristine for anyone else. She looked at him over her shoulder, moaning against his lips when he kissed her, her body tensing as he wasted no time on her punishment. Her legs trembled as her nerve endings flared, her eyelashes fluttering as tears pricked the corner of her eyes. "Ooooh, Archer," she melted under him, the certainty that she had come home overwhelming her.

Hearing his name on her lips was heaven. Something twisted in his chest, flaring that satisfied feeling he only had when she was home and in his arms. "Good girl," he cooed, recklessly letting the praise roll off his tongue. There was always the chance that he'd cross that line between them too soon, that he'd let his real feelings for her show in a moment that wasn't entirely overtaken by passion. He smoothed his hands over her reddened cheeks soothingly. "Good girls get rewards," he reminded her. "Keep taking your punishment and I promise you'll get to cum again."

Sadie squealed, pleasure building in her as he continued to work her over. She couldn't help but squirm in his hold, giggling when he jerked his hips, his cock smacking her in the face. "Somebody's impatient," she laughed, then indulged him by dragging her tongue up his shaft. She paused, eyes going wide as she felt him probing at her backdoor, and she let out a deep moan, before she took his tip into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it appreciatively.

Rhett gripped Sadie's hip to keep her in place, refusing to allow her to move out of reach of his greedy mouth. He wouldn't allow her to move until she came over his face right there on his kitchen floor. Of all the ways he'd imagined the two of them finally breaking the rising tension between them, this hadn't been one of them. But he wasn't complaining. In fact, he was moaning against her dripping cunt as her mouth finally was exactly where he wanted it. He couldn't exactly sing her praises, so he increased the pace of his tongue instead, sliding his finger deeper into her ass.

"Take it all, little witch," Azazel growled, pinning her down as he rammed into her reckless abandon, aggressively claiming her with everything he had. Hard muscles were taut, driving his thick length into her again and again and bracing himself on the headboard. "You're all mine," he grunted, his tone animalistic, before he crushed his mouth against hers possessively.

"All yours," she whimpered before he claimed her lips. Sloppily, she met his kiss, moans falling out against his mouth with every stroke of his thick cock. She wanted to let go entirely, to let him erase every thought, every worry, every bit of her sanity. She rolled her hips against his, squirming in his hold as her body neared what felt like her hundredth climax. "Don't stop! Please!" she begged, biting his lower lip.

Like most succubi, Sonia had built her life around her need to feed, but it was difficult to find lovers who could sustain their hunger. Impossible, really. That was why she had decided to indulge Faye's request tonight; she'd claimed that these demon lords could easily keep them fed, but she wasn't sure she believed it. She was ready to let him prove it, though, letting out a gasp as he filled her. Her eyes rolled back as he caressed her body, but she couldn't let their teasing go unanswered. "You want to see what my mouth can do, hm?" She quipped, leaning down to capture Faye's nipple between her puffy lips.

Damen's hips snapped, slamming his large cock into Sonia's slick pussy again and again. A sort of feral need twisted his features as he watched the women before him. Nothing pleased him quite as much as hearing Faye's breath catch or watching her face slip into pleasure. He sent a lash of his magic out to tease Faye's other breast. "You'll earn all my respect if you please my pretty succubus," Damen purred, giving Sonia's ass a hard smack. The sound of slapping skin and the smell of sex filled the air. He could feel the eyes of the succubi that had been dismissed peering out from around the stage, watching the show. He looked over his shoulder and winked at whoever had their eyes locked on the trio.

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