The torture, R-18. End

Stacy climbed off Vincent, her lengthy tongue was still attached to his pole.

He was very close to cumming, but Stacy’s tight grip delayed his release like a too-tight c--k ring.

Zafira pulled her strap-on out of Vincent’s anus and perched her mouth above his member.

“You don’t deserve to die inside my p---y. Hell, you don’t deserve to die in my mouth, you scum. But alas, your life ends now.” Zafira said

“Please! Don’t kill me!” he begged.

His cry for mercy fell on deaf ears as Zafira swallowed his c--k all the way to Stacy’s tongue-grip of the base.

The succubus vacuumed him with demonic strength, drawing vast amounts of blood to the tip of his d--k.

Her suction was painfully intense, but not enough to stop Vincent’s final o----m.

When Zafira snapped her fingers, Stacy’s tongue let go, releasing a flood of Vincent’s c-m into her mouth. She ingested everything, his c-m, his life force and his soul.

Vincent felt his very being separate from his shriveled form.