Quentin was moaning softly as he slobbered on the girl's shoulder. She, for her part, felt sick with revulsion. Luckily for her, she was not. She simp...y knelt there, enduring the sweating weight. He really might as well be an actual pig, she thought, her brain cringing. After too long a time, the weight left her.She heard the creak of the bed.And soon after that, she heard snoring.Tessa remained kneeling with her bottom up high. As she must.When he awoke, Quentin wondered where he was. Then he. Part of you wants rush in and hold me and then take me upstairs and let me ravage you; another part of you is worried that I will see this as an act of pity and be even angrier. But you want me so, so badly that it aches. Placing the envelope on the dining room table you turn to leave when you hear: “Can I help you?” “I, I…I…I’m sorry, the door was open, and that letter came to me by accident” you respond. “Thanks,” I reply looking at the address I shake my head saying “I really wish it. The effect was intoxicating. We both soon fell deeply asleep. When I awoke it was 3:00pm and we had slept in each other’s arms for 2 hours or so. She was still asleep, nestled against my chest with a look of complete tranquility, her body warm against mine. It broke my heart to wake her but we had missed lunch and would both need showers before dinner at 6:00. I kissed her softly on the forehead and she stirred. She lifted her head and looked with sleepy adoration at me. She sighed contentedly. She sighed deeply as I licked and bit lightly on the folds of her pussy. I could wait no longer; I exposed my small fangs and bit into one of her swelled labia. She held my shoulders tight with ecstasy. I felt the warm taste of blood, vaginal fluids, and urine fill my mouth. I suckled for what seem to long, but I knew I had to pull away, less I kill her. Just as I did, she passed out from exhaustion in my arms. I laid her behind the curtains, so she could sleep her drunkenness off. No one would.