The final whistle blew, and the Ridgefield Ravens had won in a thrilling comeback. The stadium erupted in cheers, but Emily Harper barely noticed. Her body hummed with infernal energy. The faint crimson glow in her blue eyes had deepened, and every step she took back toward the sidelines sent jolts of pure, demonic lust straight to her core. Her soaked red spandex panties clung obscenely to her swollen p***y lips, and a fresh trickle of her juices ran down her inner thigh.
Asmodea’s voice purred inside her mind, smoother and stronger now that the possession was complete:
Good girl. The game is over… but your real fun is just beginning. The football team is heading to the locker room, all sweaty, pumped up on victory, c***s already half-hard from watching you shake that tight little ass
