You're Not Going To Get What You Want That Easily.

Lucifer couldn't help but lick his lips at the sight of Sasha's dripping pussy. He could smell her scent, sweet and musky, filling the air, tempting him, and urging him to take what was his.

His fingers traced teasing circles around her clit, eliciting a series of muffled moans and sighs from Sasha. Her hips bucked, seeking more contact, more friction, desperate for the release that she craved.

"Uh-uh, not so fast," Lucifer chided with a low chuckle, pulling his hand away, causing Sasha to writhe in frustration. He enjoyed watching her struggle and the way her body responded to his every touch. It was intoxicating, addictive.

Without warning, Lucifer slapped her pussy with his hand, making Sasha yelp behind the gag, her eyes widening beneath the blindfold.

"Oh, I love watching you squirm, my dear. Your body is so responsive, so eager," Lucifer whispered into her ear, his breath hot against her skin.