Aruna
The twitch silently pleased him, so before drifting downward, he squeezed once. The large demonic hands gently rubbed her belly. This was another thing he enjoyed, flat soft bellies. They were really cuddly.
"Yeah, it is..." he said, fumbling over his words a little. "I only have it because he is dead."
Despite his heavy heart, the stroking felt nice, distracting even. He didn't even notice what she did, but he realized the feeling peaked, his cock no longer twitching for her, even if it was as hard as it could be. His hands finally drifted down to her soft fleshy thighs, giving them a greedy squeeze. A thought occurred, but he could no longer mouth it out loud.
I wonder if its not just hedonism. I wonder if this isn't just a hookup... he thought. He wanted to ask her something, but he could no longer think straight.