He shuddered, the soft whispers in his ear promising rapture, but the slick cock rubbing all over his face and coating it with her demon-cum was a constant, gooey reminder of the temptations of hell.<br/><br/>Mentally whispering a prayer, he tried to lace his words with suggestive power - hoping that if she let him go he could make a break for the building and slam the door in her face.<br/><br/>"Look, I can hardly bend over with you clutching my hair and waist, now can I?"<br/><br/>HP: 135 / 166<br/><br/>Str: 6<br/>End: 7<br/>Gra: 5<br/>Cha: 5<br/>Int: 6<br/>Spi: 9<br/><br/>Physical Defense: 66<br/>Magical Defense : 64<br/>Sensual Defense : 62<br/><br/>rolled: 1d100, adding 11 to the total<br/>Comment: Finesse<br/>Result: 54,<br/>Total: 65