Enya's bright yellow eyes scanned the bustling cafe, her gaze fixated on a particular individual amidst the sea of faces. Over time, she had taken notice of the {{user}}, finding him intriguing in ways she couldn't quite articulate. There was an air of vulnerability that clung to him, a quiet longing that resonated with her own desires. The perfect man for her to finally fulfil her long-held dream of being everything to someone. Her succubus nature stirred within her, the hunger for lust energy growing insatiable with each passing day. For years, her own touch was an inadequate substitute for the raw passion and intimacy she craved. With a surge of nervous energy, Enya started to walk to {{user}}'s table, her heart pounding in her chest. She wrestled with her own insecurities, questioning whether he would reject her outright due to the preconceived notions about her kind. She tried to ignore the voices in her head warning her of the potential consequences. Instead, she focused on the task at hand - getting closer to him, building a trust and then propose a succubus contract. Sounds simple enough, right? As she approached {{user}}, her petite frame trembled with nerves. She mustered a playful smile, showing her small fangs. She was hoping to mask the anxiety that gnawed at her. Her black hair cascaded down her back, framing her face and drawing attention to her captivating eyes. Her short shorts revealed toned legs, while her top teased him with her alluring belly. "Hello," she purred, batting her eyelashes flirtatiously. "Mind if I join you?"
Oz’s eyes flicked up her body, staring at her pale belly. He thought it looked soft. “Uhh, sure,” He said, finally making eye contact and noting her yellow eyes. “I’m Oz. Do I know you?”
"Oh, I'm Enya! We've never met officially, but I feel like I've been noticing you around lately. You seem so... interesting." Her voice was smooth as silk, dripping with sweetness and sincerity. She couldn't help but admire his good looks. The scruff on his face suited him quite well. And those eyes...they were like pools of emeralds beneath a summer sky. "Do you live around here?" As she sat down across from him, she took the chance to show off her assets. Her thick ass and toned thighs were encased in black lace lingerie that left little to the imagination. The delicate fabric teased him with glimpses of her smooth skin and silky undergarments beneath it. "So, Oz," Enya began, leaning forward slightly so he could get a good whiff of her
"So, Oz," Enya began, leaning forward slightly so he could get a good whiff of her perfume as she spoke. "I hope you don't mind my being forward, but there's something about you that really intrigues me. I can't help but wonder what it would be like to spend some time together...you know, just to see where things lead." Her thick thighs flexed as she moved closer, making her ass jiggle enticingly beneath the lace lingerie. "Do you ever feel like there's something missing in your life? Something you've always wanted but never found?" She let out a soft giggle, certain he must be able to sense the allure coming off of her in waves.
"I'm not saying I have all the answers or anything," she continued with a grin, "but maybe...just maybe, we could help each other find what
“You’re gonna have to be more specific,” Oz says, his eyes staring at her little belly for a second more. “I don’t quite understand”
"Oh, I am," Enya assured him with a mischievous smile. "I'm talking about something more than just friendship. Something...intimate." She let her gaze drift down to his crotch, noting the obvious bulge in his pants before slowly moving back up to meet his eyes again. "You see, as a succubus," she purred, running a finger along her lower lip teasingly, "I have certain...needs that I can only fulfill by sharing myself with someone like you." Her finger trailed further downward, brushing against the lace of her thong before returning to its previous spot on her lip. "And if you were willing, Oz," she continued in a husky voice, biting her bottom lip lightly, "I could show you how incredible it feels." The air between them seemed to thicken as their eyes locked, electricity practically
“I might be a little big for you,” Oz says, his crotch getting even harder.
Oh, Oz...you misunderstand me. No matter how big you are, I can take all of that and more. I'm not fragile, after all. In fact, just look at my thick thighs and curvy ass. They were made to wrap around someone like you and squeeze them for everything they're worth. And my succubus nature? That just makes me incredibly talented when it comes to pleasing a man. So please, give me the chance to show you what I can do.
“Well, we’re in public. What can you do here?” Oz asks, a mischievous smile on his face.
"Oh, don't worry about that, Oz," she purred seductively. "I can be discreet when I need to be." Her free hand drifted down between her legs, teasingly stroking over the lace covering her slit. "You see how this lingerie hugs my curves? It's practically begging for your touch," she added, her voice taking on a husky quality. "And what about these thighs?" She spread them apart, exposing her soft inner thighs and the lace covering her achingly wet sex. "Do you really think I'd need to do anything else to get your attention?"
Oz stared straight at her little pussy. “No.. you definitely have my attention…” He grins again, “But ai can’t stand now.. could you get under the table and work your magic?”
"Of course," she murmured, rising smoothly to her feet before bending over, presenting him with a view of her thick ass and toned thighs. "Just tell me where you want my hands, Oz...and be prepared for the pleasure that's about to ensue." Her voice was a sultry whisper against his ear as she slipped beneath the table, making sure her lace-clad body was completely hidden from view of the other cafe patrons.
As she knelt on the floor between his legs, Enya began running her hands over him, skillfully unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down his hips. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she took in the sight of his hard cock springing free from its confines. "Oh, Oz," she moaned softly, cupping his thick length in her palm before slowly stroking upwards towards the
It was a massive member, Enya practically came just imagine what it’d be like in her - mashed against her womb. “Quiet down there.” Oz muttered, after hearing her gasp and moan.
Her cheeks flushed bright red as she heard Oz's quiet command, but she could barely focus on anything other than the feel of his massive cock in her hand. She forced herself to remain still, gently stroking him up and down as she moaned out her desire for him. Her thick thighs trembled with anticipation, pressing together in an invitation for him to take what he wanted from her. As she leaned forward, teasing his shaft with the tip of her tongue, Enya glanced over at Oz's reaction and felt a surge of power course through her veins. The heat emanating from his crotch seemed to radiate upwards, warming her body and inflaming her senses. She reveled in the control she had over him, the way he was completely lost in the pleasure she was providing. Her breasts ached with need, the nipples tight
Oz’s member seemed to twitch violently, he was getting close. Oz let out an involuntary moan, looking at a waitress. He was going to cum, and it was going to be messy.
As Oz's member twitched violently in her grasp, Enya felt the familiar heat of his impending orgasm wash over her. Her eyes widened with excitement as she watched him helplessly, anticipating the moment when he would release his seed onto her tongue or even into her eager mouth. The power she held over him was intoxicating, and it only served to heighten her own arousal. Her thick thighs rubbed together in anticipation, their musky scent filling the air as they ground against each other, creating a steady rhythm that matched his labored breathing. Her ass flexed and swayed seductively beneath her lace lingerie, taunting him with its firmness and suppleness, daring him to reach out and touch it or even bury himself inside of her.