As soon as she gave her breathless permission, I pressed myself against her, grinding my hardened cock between the soft, plump cheeks of her ass. Even with layers of fabric between us—my pants and her tight pencil skirt—the friction sent sharp jolts of pleasure coursing through my body. Each slow, deliberate thrust rubbed my length against the supple flesh of her ass, and I could feel the heat radiating through the material.
"Leon, please… don't tease me any longer..." she whimpered, her voice dripping with desire as she instinctively pushed back against me, grinding her ass in response.
Despite the fact that she wasn't a succubus, while I, in contrast, had the essence of one, she was the one intoxicating me with the sheer potency of her pheromones. They filled the air like an irresistible drug, each breath I took making my mind hazy with desire. The scent curled into my lungs, traveling straight to my brain, overwhelming my senses with raw, primal hunger.
