Cum in the anal of a prostitute He peels off a few bills and hands them to her, and she takes them with a smile, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. “Silly man. The waitress smiles again, seemingly unfazed by my lack of response. “Ah, I see you’re a shrewd one,” she says, her voice dripping with a hint of admiration. “Angela would like to know if you want a private dance,” she says, her voice soft and sultry. I take a deep breath, feeling the tension in my shoulders begin to ease. The succubus’s grin widens, her lips curling upward in a mischievous smile. The waitress smiles again, seemingly unfazed by my lack of response. The red head had transformed into the very picture of a succubus. The succubus’s words echo in my mind, promising power and vitality beyond my wildest dreams. Most new cars don’t even have the feature. It’s been a couple of hours since I left the doctor’s office. I watch, mesmerized, as she spins around the pole, her silver bikini glinting in the spotlight. Keep doing well and you could be kept on until the end of time.”
“Or at least until these silly humans blow themselves up,” she grimaces. “You’re not sure. What?” I ask, just now registering the words of the waitress. A short while later, a pretty young waitress in a low-cut top walks over and collects my glass.
