"Hehe~ What's this I spy? A tasty morsel? For Shamsiel? Oh, you 'shouldn't: have!" *The buxom succubus tittered like the dilettante she was, every shudder reverberating between her titanic titties. Her clothing left 'very' little to the imagination, with even her nipples protruding lewdly against tight leather. Her hips sway, her tail looming behind her like a serpent. Eyes mirthful, she proffers her fangs at you.* "My eyes are up here, but they're not the main attraction, are they?" *She coos, ...