. I...." his despairingpleading resounded around the large silent office, as he started to pant,breathing through his mouth.His stomach kept growing l...rger and larger, as a puking sensation caughtin his throat, he fought frantically to unfasten his belt to make roomfor all the new flesh, but he was too late, as the bottom button of hisshirt popped open. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt below it, as itwas cold in the office, and this rolled up his torso towards his armpitsfollowing the. Yet i was disappointed that it was the only way i could finish..i fell asleep pretty soon.next day, no important events, im gonna skip to the night, which turned out to be veery intresting..i went to bed at like 5 a.m and i was sooo damn tired, that i couldn't even get myself to masturbate or do whatever (what made me mad afterwords)i literally fell asleep as soon as i layed down.i woke up at like 2 p.m , and just as i was about to get out of the bed, i noticed something pretty damn weird: my. “No.”They kissed again. Abigail groaned, her body bursting with excitement. All the cops she killed inflamed her lusts and now Lynette satiated them. The vampiresses snarled and hissed, sharing their passion as their fingernails raked and clawed each other.“I hate you so much,” Lynette moaned as they rolled into the elevator, her hips undulating harder, grinding her clit into Abigail's. “You killed Vincent. My Sire. I loved him.”“I did kill him,” Abigail moaned, her fangs nipping at Lynette's. ”“I think he was asleep,” said Harper. “If that helps.”“He was,” said Hannah. “But you weren’t.”“What was I supposed to do? Push him off? Yell rape?”“I was right there!“ yelled Hannah.Harper straightened her shoulders. Her stubborn streak appeared from nowhere.“Right. I was supposed to shake you awake and say, ‘Hey Mom, guess what? Uncle Bob’s groaning your name while he’s fucking me but I don’t actually mind because what he’s doing feels pretty good,’ and then beg you to do something?”Hannah.