Lucifer seemed to be in a slight daze tonight. He remembered his mother in the past life because Claire resembled her. With soft tanned skin, emerald eyes and wavy brown hair. She could pull off a younger version if he ignored the tight muscles. His mother didn't like to exercise after all.
After several moments, he entered another woman's tent.
Lucifer was sure this was his little lover's tent. Because inside, a woman's nasty sounds filled the tent. She stroked herself with passionate moans and called his name. He could hear as her fingers buried deep inside her honeypot with a wet squelch sounding in the room.
Suddenly, he entered the room and found quite the shock. She didn't find him yet and continued to push two fingers inside her sticky, wet hole. Her palm and thumb rubbed against her clit in alternating revolutions and strength, as she shuddered and spasmed, panting aloud.