by Carmine
Strut, Shana Baby, Strut!
Shana stood motionless as Crimson Succubus placed a cockring behind her luv-sac then tied a string about her full cock. The she-devil then tucked the cock under the she-male’s ass, tying the taut string about her waist. Then came the clothes: frilly panties, lacy stockings, stiletto heels, and crimson dress.
“Walk,” Succubus ordered.
With each step Shana felt her stiff but constrained cock-head bump against her luv-pit while the swollen shaft rubbed against the silk undergarment.
Succubus pinched Shana’s bottom. “Unload at the masquerade and your suffering will know no end.”
Shana kept strutting, a slit mouth masking unbridled anticipation.