I was fucking her nice and slow, feeling every centimetre of her hot pussy. She grabbed me close for what I thought was going to be a kiss but instead...she whispered, "Fuck me as hard and fast as you can."So I started to pound away with all my might, making Elsa moan and shout, "don't stop!" I kept this up for a few minutes before I could feel myself going to cum. I told her I was going to cum and she pulled me in close again and said, "Fill me up, baby," before more wonderful kissing. I kept. Before it turned to REAL agony. God I was thirsty, and the shitty aftertaste was almost unbearable. Somehow, I got the thing cut out and assembled, without water, by about 9am the next morning. I was exhausted, and horribly thirsty. My ankles were raw and bleeding as well. She allowed me to serve as her urinal which took care of some of my thirst--I no longer cared how bad it tasted--indeed, because of my extreme thirst, and consequent ion loss, it actually had almost no apparent taste at. "George flailed out with his arms and legs. His attempts to get away were hampered by the rocking motions of the bed beneath him."I love this bed," Nicole said. "Aside from being extremely comfortable, it's also quite difficult to get out of." She smiled, showing off two long fangs. "Perfect for my more surprised guests."She crouched and jumped. A downward thrust of her bat wings boosted it into a graceful leap that took her right onto the bed and astride George's body. The bed rocked and. ..the pressures of the surrounding society. But I missed them. I missed them very much! I missed the feel of their young, hard cocks in my mouth; of my lips around the flaring ring of their glans; of the satiny smoothness of their buttocks; their thighs; their flat bellies---but most of all, I missed the emotional intensity of our encounters, and their load of warm, fresh, YOUNG cum, as it spurted into my eager, and waiting mouth; so that I could internalize that part of them after they had.