Make it a good one for him, too."She brought the boy to arousal. He was about seventeen and he had an impressive package between his legs. She impaled...herself on him. She slid him in and out of her slit, working her inner muscles to the delight of both. He began to heave up into her as she slid down his rigid shaft. She dragged it out for twenty minutes before the youth stiffened and ejaculated with a gurgling moan.She put him to sleep and offered me sloppy seconds. We made wild vampire love. He liked a little spunk. They were no fun if they were stupid or rolled overtoo easily. "No," he replied. "It doesn't make a fucking bit of difference to me. BoPhas nothing to do with Justice. We just warehouse their customers." He tooka cigarette from his desk, lit it and held it out to her. She bent forward,took it between her lips, inhaled and smiled at his unexpected kindness. Heremoved the cigarette and put in the ashtray. She watched the smoke drift upin a thin, gray column, wanting more. She tried to stand up but felt the skin of her nipples stretch impossibly more. She just stood there, bent way over at the waist, arms and legs trembling with exertion, as the man pushed his cock deeply into her rectum.She felt him stoke her ass slowly at first, then harder and harder, each thrust stretching her pussy lips against the ropes, each time he pulled back out her nipples were pulled harder against the weight of the dumbbell. And all she could do was stand there. Stand there and be. She is a descendant of angels, whereas he is a descendant of demons, after all. He slowly moves his hand towards her, he doesn’t know where to touch first. He settles his palm on her stomach, noticing that nothing bad has happened to her, if anything she seems to have gained more beauty with him touching her.She does not know why he would decide to touch her stomach first, but she can feel the energy coming from him and feels empowered by it. She has never heard of this happening before, but.