Erika's thighs trembled where they hung over the edge of the table. Her robe was somewhere on the floor now, forgotten. Her skin was warm, flushed pink across her chest and cheeks, rising with every breath she pulled between parted lips. She looked up at him, eyes unfocused, but steady.
Asmodeus stood between her legs, bare and heavy, his cock resting against her inner thigh. The weight of it made her twitch. Every now and then, it bumped her just enough to make her gasp.
He hadn't pushed inside her yet. He just stood there, fingers running down her hips, sometimes squeezing them. Sometimes, just holding her still.
"You're teasing me!"
Erika tried to sound annoyed, but she whimpered the moment his hands sank into her plump ass, squeezing her soft meat.
"Am I?"
"Yes."
