Friday, 12 July 2019
Alien Succubus - 39
Upon returning home from his long mission with the O-Legion, the
Professor was greeted by his wife dressed seductively on their bed. He
was pleasantly surprised, he and his wife were no strangers to kinky sex
but something seemed different tonight, his already beautiful wife
looked impossibly flawless, her body and the little movements she made
were so sinful, she was almost like a completely different person. The
look of hunger in her eyes was so genuine his cock hardened the moment
they locked eyes. He mentally scanned her only to find the mind of a sex
crazed woman, filled with all kinds of naughty things she wanted to do
to him. His instinct was trying to warn him that something's not right
but...... that scent...... that sweet sweet scent coming from her.....
made his heart raced like it was his first time having sex, his cock
throbbed desperately for attention. He took a deep breath trying to
clear his mind but instead the sex pheromone he took in only ignited his
mind with pure lust. "What are you waiting for my love? Are you going
to open your present?" his wife's voice never sounded this seductive
before. The Professor walked right into Lilith's trap, she knew his
mental defenses will be weak against his own wife, she was the perfect
"Trojan Horse" to poison him with her virus. They made passionate love
throughout the night, Celine used her new abilities to make the
Professor cum inside her many times making sure that he was infected. As
the professor came for the last time that night before passing out from
exhaustion, Celine too received her orgasmic reward for doing her
master's bidding. Her eyes rolled into her head from the orgasm and the
sclera glowed for a moment before she collapsed on top of her husband
with his cock still pulsing inside her. It was the best sex the
professor have ever had but little did he know what it costed him. And
thus the seed for the downfall of The O-Legion was planted.
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