<div style="text-align: right;"><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/Emmaq6.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Emma Q<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sexy succubus<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Emma's Bedroom</div><br/><hr/><br/>A strange new perfume, foreign to her boudoir of ruffled bedskirts and heaped fashion magazines, tickled Emma's brain. A soft, wet press to her lips- an automatic purse in kind- and she started to open her eyes. Her other senses had already prepared her for something tantalizing, which was good, because without her glasses she didn't make out much of the demon at all. She squinted, blinked, wrinkled her nose, making out the color crimson and soft curves. "Hm? Wha?" And Emma was naked. She pat down the bed for a sheet to draw across the hopeful swell of her breasts, and that small shift was enough to realize that she was commando, too. The only explanation was that she'd been<em>really </em>into her own cunt the night before.<br/><br/>"Are you, um..." The bedsheets must have slipped clear off the bed, leaving her hopelessly naked, walled in by the demon's body. Instead of covers, her fingers went to the nightstand for her glasses. They went on askew, she was in such a hurry to confirm that this girl was also naked. And she was. "Wow. Are you, like, in the right room?" A shiver. She expected to be cold, naked in the bed, the window open, a night breeze drifting through the red hair above her. Just the opposite, she was hot to the touch as her fingers rest on the demon's arm. Wait, no, that wasn't what she'd meant to do- she had meant to touch one of those perfect double dees. Her depth perception was just a little off. Fingers brushed back on target, and closed around soft flesh that made her giggle.  "Omigod I totally touched your boob."<br/><br/>There was a clothesline pinned with chic photos dancing above them in the breeze, but none of those girls looked like<em>this. </em>From her shelves a dozen different stuffed animals bore witness with round pink smiles, but their witness wasn't enough. With a hiccuped gasp Emma roused to reach for her camera. The strap brushed past the first grope of her fingers over the edge of the bed, but she didn't want to take her eyes off the demon. Her gaze traveled down, down, down. Was her visitor... levitating? "You're so hot. This is so hot. Let me get my camera." There, she had it at the tips of her fingers. She turned her bubble backside, so firm and taut, to the demon's growing erection in order to lift the camera onto the bed. "I want to remember this forever."<br/><br/>But of course, pictures would be evidence. That just couldn't be allowed!