:The Succubus Fantasies:
You go inside the tent which is lavishly decorated with rugs, throws and cushions. Persian patterns with reds, golds and blues swirl everywhere. The woman follows you in. "Welcome" she says. She slips her arms inside your coat and slides it off you. She steps back and admires you largely bare body.
You feel it only fair to balance her action by stepping up to her and sliding her stretchy, loose low-cut top off her shoulders and down to beneath her boobs. She truly has a great pair of tits: big, round and juicy, large nipples with bumped areolar. She doesn't stop you or pull it back up. She just stands there, smiling at your actions, tits on show. "Relax! Make yourself comfortable!" she commands. She indicates for you to lie down on a matt, propped up by numerous cushions at one end.
You lie down, and the woman bends down, grabs the sides of your posing pouch and pulls it down and off your legs. It seems she wastes no time. She's wearing a floaty skirt, that she hitches up, pulling off her own knickers, before straddling over your legs and sitting down. She is sitting up near you thighs. You can feel the pubes of her vulva nestling up against your skin. This woman is hot. You know that, now covered by her skirtg, your member is growing larger.
She moves further up your legs, to the point where now your penis can feel her wiry hair. She must be able to feel you, too, growing harder. She leans over to one side and drags over a large hookah pipe that was on the floor nearby. She lights the tobacco and sucks at the pipe. The smoke passes through a chamber of liquid, bubbling and cooling. She sucks in and breathes out a stream of bluish tinged smoke. It smell fragrant and herbal.
She restocks the bowl at the top of the pipe and offers you the hose on which to suck. You hesitate. You're not a big smoker, but hookah pipes are easy going on the throat. She sees you hesitation and just moves her pelvis a little bit, nudging away your resistance by letting the front of your shaft feel her more of her vulva.
You take the mouth of the hose and suck as she lights the tobacco. It is fragrant. It's not rough, but has a mellow, woody taste with a sweet flowery quality over the top. It goes straight to your head, and you feel a rush of light-headedness. The woman laughs and pelvically nudges you again. You penis is starting to rub against something wet now. She rubs again and nods at the pipe.
You're entranced, and suck again at the pipe. You head swirls and the woman laughs. She stands up and steps away from you. You can't do anything in return. The room swims. The smell is cloying and your vision blurs into a nothing more than a white spot as you collapse backwards.
You feel it only fair to balance her action by stepping up to her and sliding her stretchy, loose low-cut top off her shoulders and down to beneath her boobs. She truly has a great pair of tits: big, round and juicy, large nipples with bumped areolar. She doesn't stop you or pull it back up. She just stands there, smiling at your actions, tits on show. "Relax! Make yourself comfortable!" she commands. She indicates for you to lie down on a matt, propped up by numerous cushions at one end.
You lie down, and the woman bends down, grabs the sides of your posing pouch and pulls it down and off your legs. It seems she wastes no time. She's wearing a floaty skirt, that she hitches up, pulling off her own knickers, before straddling over your legs and sitting down. She is sitting up near you thighs. You can feel the pubes of her vulva nestling up against your skin. This woman is hot. You know that, now covered by her skirtg, your member is growing larger.
She moves further up your legs, to the point where now your penis can feel her wiry hair. She must be able to feel you, too, growing harder. She leans over to one side and drags over a large hookah pipe that was on the floor nearby. She lights the tobacco and sucks at the pipe. The smoke passes through a chamber of liquid, bubbling and cooling. She sucks in and breathes out a stream of bluish tinged smoke. It smell fragrant and herbal.
She restocks the bowl at the top of the pipe and offers you the hose on which to suck. You hesitate. You're not a big smoker, but hookah pipes are easy going on the throat. She sees you hesitation and just moves her pelvis a little bit, nudging away your resistance by letting the front of your shaft feel her more of her vulva.
You take the mouth of the hose and suck as she lights the tobacco. It is fragrant. It's not rough, but has a mellow, woody taste with a sweet flowery quality over the top. It goes straight to your head, and you feel a rush of light-headedness. The woman laughs and pelvically nudges you again. You penis is starting to rub against something wet now. She rubs again and nods at the pipe.
You're entranced, and suck again at the pipe. You head swirls and the woman laughs. She stands up and steps away from you. You can't do anything in return. The room swims. The smell is cloying and your vision blurs into a nothing more than a white spot as you collapse backwards.