"Ah… finally, it's just the two of us, Chris."
He sits completely naked on his bed while Isabelle crawls toward him, wearing only a skimpy red lace babydoll.
Her tone sounds more like a threat than an invitation.
Chris is damn turned on at the sight of Isabelle's huge breasts bouncing as she moves closer. But at the same time, he's a bundle of nerves and guilt.
Fuck… now she's going to make me pay for what happened with Zaira! And it's all that damn horny succubus's fault!
They're now face to face.
He sits cross-legged, a hard erection rising between his legs, while she's on all fours right in front of him.
Chris swallows, tense and bracing for the worst.
"You know what's going to happen to you now, right, my beloved sex slave?"
Chris shakes his head.
"Then I'll tell you. Chris, get ready for… a nice kiss. Then I'll take your cock between my boobs. And finally a nice, relaxing massage!"
Not exactly what Chris had been expecting.
"Wha—?"
