Then she started to take her own stuff off. The jacket was thrown over the chair and the skirt just slid to the floor, where she deftly kicked it over...to the jacket. Underneath were just the stockings and heels. Diane was not wearing a bra and, as I'd already discovered, no panties. My cock was making a tent out of my boxers. She was starting to take the suspenders and stockings off, when I said, "No please keep them and the shoes on." "So you have a small fetish then," she said. "Yes and it's. It didn’t matter. It was the aorta. She gurgled, her eyes bulging, begging me to do something, anything to save her. She mouthed around bubbles of red spit, then her eyes unfocused, and rolled back. “No.” I whimpered, trying to keep the blood inside her. In a last vain attempt, I grew fangs, and bit into Alexa, injecting my venom with both capillaries, but her heart would not take my poison. It had stopped beating. In the rafters above, a shadow moved, then disappeared out the high window five. "You were re-living Jamaica weren't you?" Yes." "So was I." I thought so. You were pounding me!" Did Samuel enjoy it?"She grinned."Samuel had to work. Jamal was shoving his Big Black Cock up my ass while you fucked me and people watched." Those were wild times!" "Well, then, do what you did there!"Her tone was mock serious and light-hearted. She spread her legs and pulled my head down to her cunt."Clean me, boi! And clean up Jamal's cum from my ass, too!"I took my time, swirling my tongue. Jill usually doesn’t let me fuck her in the ass, but on this night with the alcohol she had and how aroused she was, anything was possible. A few seconds later Eric’s large cock penetrated my wife’s tender ass. She hadn’t had a cock in her ass in years and she began to cry out how big Eric’s cock was. He fucked her hard in the ass for several minutes as Jill screamed out again and again. He then finally removed his cock from her tender ass leaving her on the edge of cumming. He then flipped her.