My ass was spasming and I was riding some kind of climactic wave. After a minute or so, I started to become sane again. His cock was still buried in m..., and my own was not quite hard, laying on his lower belly. I pressed it down against him with my wet hand, the juice and lube sliding it against his skin. It still wasn’t hard when I came, several ropes of white cum, reaching almost to his neck. It was borderline painful for some reason, and I was utterly spent. I rolled onto my back and gasped. I was born 40 years ago, yet look to be 17 or 18. I came to Jewel Valley to flee the vampire war that has raged since the 1500s. My mother, Anastasia, is an avid believer in the justness of the war. She, and consequently me, belong to the Immoral, the faction of vampires that aren’t resistant to drinking blood.The Immoral believe that humans are perfectly fine sources of blood. The Moral believe that humans are to be protected, and they drink animal blood. I’ve tried animal blood, but it’s. Not wearing it, but looking at it (especially when it's being worn by some hottie), touching it, and yes, occasionally sniffing it. Luckily for me, Lissy loves buying new stuff and modeling it for me. Even so, sometimes I need a little more, not that I ever get tired of looking at my beautiful wife, but sometimes you just need to spice things up a bit. As a result, shortly after we bought our new house, I made a promise to myself. I pledged that I would attempt to get my hands on underwear from. We entered the cottage, as soon as we entered I locked the door and hugged her and started kissing her on her lips and even she became hot and started smooching as if she won’t get this chance again. Later I made her lie on the bed and I started to slowly press her boobs and she started moaning and was slowly getting into the rhythm, she was also pressing my dick very hard and it was fully erect and my brief could not accommodate my huge dick and it was freed from my innerwear. I started.