We compare sexual pleasure to heat building inside, but what if it actually is to an incubus? The more you fuck, the hotter his body gets, until his skin is almost burning you, his cock practically on fire inside you. So he presses you up against a big glass window, fucking into you from behind with your cheek and nipples cooling on the smooth glass they're pressed against. You don't care that someone outside might see, because this feels too good, the contrast in the cool solidity at your front and fiery wildness at your back where he's snarling and cursing as he slams into you. And when you're done, there are red handprints on your hips, like he's branded you as his.











