She fell backwards with a cry, suddenly recalling fangs, nearly identical to the ones in her mouth, being revealed by a smile, sinking into her breast... and biting into her throat.For a long while, Alicia sat huddled on the floor, her knees clasped tightly to her chest, her mind in turmoil. "There are no such things as vampires; they do not, they can not, exist!" she whispered to herself over and over again. But the evidence was undeniable. She looked down her body while considering the benefits. It was hard and would stay hard for hours and he would fuck her every minute it was rock hard. Her ass and pussy would be raw when he was done with the young slut.He then pulled her head to his cock and began to drive down the road. She knew to suck him and as she sucked the big cock he pushed her head down to get it deep in her mouth. He told her "Suck that cock. You are going to get lots of cock sucking today. Now all of it in your mouth and suck hard all the way to my house." As she sucked. The pool was one of those tropical paradises. High temperature water, random whirlpools, lots of (fake) palm trees, you name it. It was one of those fun pools where there is places for everyone, and most of all places to relax. I had positioned myself in one of the whirlpools at the edge. It was probably the one furthest from the entrance and therefore the quietest one. Today was no exception, there weren’t many people in the pool to begin with. I guess it helps to go on quiet days like Tuesday. That's not what I want at all. I want Qafira to come to my birthday dinner and afterwards, as is my right and privilege, I can choose who I want to fuck." Why not Tracey? Why not one of the boys? Bob or Frank or Terry?" It's Qafira I want." Qafira. Qafira. What a dumb name for a woman!"Qafira had a similar opinion about the names of all the people she'd met ever since she first arrived in Further Quitchland to teach Modern Languages. In fact, almost everything about this country was taking a.