Leonhardt's mind fought against the delicious and dreamy bliss of her kiss. He groaned into her mouth, and the sound seemed to delight Zafira, who squeaked in delight.
Her free hand was like a snake, sliding down his chest, tracing his muscles with each fingertip, curling them like a lover's but with sharp claws digging into his flesh.
Then lower...
And even lower.
Her hand rubbed along his abdomen until his hips jerked. Leonhardt's breathing became wild, like a sprinter after a marathon, unable to contain himself as he sucked and drank in the succubi's sweet breath.
His cock, already swollen, bulging with veins beneath his pants from the kiss, twitched violently against the cloth, when her fingers traced along its shape over the fabric of his pants, brushing beneath the swollen head.
"Mmmm~ it's already hard... so sensitive... does it feel that good when I kiss you?" she whispered in a sweetly deranged voice.
