I do not believe in gentle stimulation when I am masturbating a woman, so my fingers sought out her g-spot and worked hard at it. It was not long bef...re she came: she did so noisily, violently, tremblingly, shaking and helpless with pleasure. I did not ease up. She was mine to do as I wished with and sure enough, as I expected, she started to gush. Her lovely wetness spread everywhere: down her inner thighs, over my hand and even on to the bed. I was thankful that I had anticipated that and. “It was ... disgusting, and brutal, and I know few Kindred who could stomach what she went through.”Triss threw a grin her way. Yeah, it was disgusting and brutal. And it was so god damn empowering. The blur, the haze of her memory, she could still feel it, smell the scent of the beast and the touch it left upon her. It was exciting, thrilling, and it got her undead blood surging through her with a desire to taste more.She really was a twisted fuck. Probably what led to Jacob being interested. As I got older, I was always surprised that Mum had no guys on the go because she was just so cute. She was really pretty - petite, only about 5 feet tall, with shoulder-length auburn hair. She was very slender but with a good size ass and quite busty (they were at least a 32G cup).She had always dressed like a slut, not like a mum should really, with lots of flesh on show, presumably because she was still young. But I'd seen it all before anyway. I used to watch her getting dressed and I would. While I was travelling back on the train, Natasha called to say that she had brought Mike home and that she had booked a table in one of our favourite restaurants for dinner. I told her it would be a couple of hours before I got home asked if everything was ok.“Everything is fine. He’s in the shower. Don’t worry about us, I’ll open a bottle of wine and we’ll wait for you to get home.”Knowing Mark had never been at ease with women he didn’t know well, I had been dreading the idea of coming home.