The air in the room thickened, heavy with the scent of arousal and the electric hum of unspoken desires.
Abigaille's succubus nature which came out when she was turned on the most surged to the forefront, her eyes glinting with a devilish hunger that outstripped even Camilla's wildest moments.
Her skin seemed to shimmer, a faint, otherworldly glow radiating from her as she rose slowly from Kafka's face, her hips swaying with provocative grace.
Her ass, plump and glistening with the faintest sheen of sweat, jiggled slightly as she shifted, drawing Olivia's wide-eyed stare and Kafka's unabashed admiration.
Abigaille then turned, her gaze locking onto Kafka with a look that was both tender and wickedly naughty, her lips curling into a smile that promised untold pleasures.
She reached down, her fingers threading gently through his hair, stroking his scalp with a motherly affection that contrasted sharply with the raw, sexual energy pulsing through her.
