Ahhhhhh ... fuck you ... you bastard" she screamed as her hips started moving co-operatively against mine. She was actually fucking me back as I plung...d balls deeep inside her. I relentlessly plunged in and out of her pussy with my balls slapping against her ass.Pulling her upwards, I ripped at her blouse until the buttons flew off, and I was able to tear the remnants off her shoulders. With her tits uncovered, I pulkled her back until I could grasp her tits and pinch her nipples as I road her. I have shoulder length black hair and brown eyes like a hawk, but they are almost hidden behind my glasses. The rest of my face is seemingly American in its features. My parents met when my father had a business meeting in Tokyo and two days later, one in Osaka. He decided to drive side roads to view the country, but then his rental car broke down in the middle of nowhere. My mother found him wandering around about a mile from her secluded family home and was immediately enthralled with him,. A vampire! I drink human blood to survive. I don't age. I can see and smell and hear and touch better than a human. I am not a human! He would repeat these things in his mind over and over and intellectually, he accepted the fact. Emotionally, however, he was still not grasping it. There are no such things as vampires! his emotional mind would scoff. Even when you were a child, you never seriously believed in them. This is all some kind of an illusion, or a dream, or an elaborate practical. “Yo, the semester is finally fucking over,” Porter said to me as we spotted each other on our way to the buses.“Yeah, no more bullshit,” I said. “But no more Mrs. MILF either.”“Hey, but we got MILFS,” he said, pulling out a folded piece of paper from his pocket.“Is this the login?” I asked, taking the paper from his hand.“Yeah,” he said with a smile. “We’re in, baby!"“Nice! You check it out yet?” I asked.“Yeah, only a little bit though,” he answered. “The Latina section looks promising.”“I.