Succubus in your Dreams
Not that she needed to show her teeth to be scary.
"Hang on," I said, ignoring her expression. "Isn't avarice the same as jealousy?"
"No, avarice is the desire for material objects, or for pleasure (she took great enjoyment out of gazing directly at me as she spoke, emphasising the word pleasure slightly) where as jealousy is the desire for something that is someone elses."
"Well?" she said, her hands going to her hips. She took a pose, leaning more on one leg than the other. Her movement made her breasts jiggle, and I could almost feel them in my hand. I wanted to feel them in my hand.
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