By human measurements, she would be called heavenly beautiful and men would probably throw themselves at her feet. Let's call her Sif. Again, to make ...hings simple. Both are wearing evening dresses, of the finest silk and greatest prices.Mark and Sif slowly circle around each other, evaluating the other one. Not unlike boxers in a boxing ring, they slowly measure strength of their “opponent”. Both may be friends in their normal “lives,” if such thing as a friend even can exist in vampire. She bent over to suck my cock and give me a hand job…as she did she pulled her panties aside exposing her ass and her very wet and VERY hairy pussy..“Fuck my pussy Tom...” she whispered. Tom had no trouble entering her wide entrance…so slippery with female juices... she pushed against him as he thrust into her...after much groaning and sweating. He came after a few minutes…almost recoiling away from her. As if she had ejected him after he came.All this time Joan was busy sucking and stroking. They were monumental. I mean, I like them big, but even I know where to draw the line. There must have been something wrong with hers. Tits like those shouldn't be allowed. Not only did they occupy the whole of her rib-cage from just below her shoulders down to her navel, they stuck out fully ten inches in front of her. I could guess at her bust measurement, but I won't. (Yes, I know that will infuriate the sort of reader who reads this sort of story, but guesswork never was any sort of. .. You've got some catching up to do.I nuzzle your neck and nudge your shoulder softly with mine. You roll us over staying deep inside me and now I'm on top straddling your hips. 'Now it's your turn.'I rock my hips in slow circles over you as I lean forward and give you a deep, penetrating kiss. Turning my head side to side allows my hair to caress you softly while I kiss and lick my way down your neck to your nipples. I kiss and tease each nipple, biting them gently and flicking my tongue.