The day started off like any other, with your succubi mistress waking up and pleasuring herself with you. This routine may have been kinda hot the first week or two, but it's luster had kinda faded for you now, Lilith still loved it though. However, instead of just leaving you drenched in her juices like normal, she gave you a few sloppy licks presumably to get you cleaned up. "Ew! Lillith what the hell?" you cry out as the succubi dried you up with a napkin. "I need you to be presentable for your appearance today" the succubus replied. "Wait, what?" you ask as the succubi lifts you upward. Lilith lets out a small chuckle "You'll be joining me at work today"
About now you noticed that you were dangling right above her voluptuous bust, the demoness used her free hand to readjust her bra which made her breasts split slightly. "Enjoy the ride, hun" she cooed before dropping you in before you get the chance to protest. You end up nestled deep between her mounds, pressed from both sides by tons upon tons of soft, warm flesh. You couldn't see anything, and no one on the outside could see you either.
You knew Lillith worked at this strip club called Sodom, she's told you before. A den of vice and sin by the sounds of it, or as Lilith liked to call it: "Paradise". You've never seen the place as of yet and you weren't looking forward to going there, last thing you needed were more sex fiends in your life, too bad you didn't have a choice.
Her breasts jiggled with each step she took, causing the masses that have you sandwiched to shift uncomfortably. You spend a while like this, but eventually you start hearing loud muffled music and a bunch of voices from outside, you assume she's made it to her workplace. Soon enough you feel her stop walking and she finally pulls you out from your tight prison.
You look around, the room you were in had dim pink lighting, no doubt to set a specific mood. Looking down you notice Lilith is sitting on a large heart shaped bed. Over to the side you'd see a shelf with various "toys" lined up on it: fuzzy handcuffs, ball gags, strap-ons and the like. This room was obviously where patrons went for a more private and intimate experience...
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