Jean-Claude had returned the previous afternoon. We spent the evening together at home. We had done things together that blew my mind, as well as my l...bido. Then he took me again with his magnificent member. He would have gone all night – he certainly had that capability -, but I kicked him out, pleading I had to get some sleep if I wasn’t going to be a zombie at the party the next night.Alexis never came home. I hadn’t seen her since she left for the office Friday morning. The little number. Ah! The sweet sounds of him feeding! He went for the older waitress first then snapped up every other patron. Emitting a huge burp, he stopped in front of me, "Damn that old bitch was tough," he said, "Glad you ate that other stuff first I mean humans are good but they taste too damn much like earth chicken!"My wife came in, her partner who had also been feeding, stopped next to the first. "You're always complaining you should be glad we found these 2 so receptive or we'd both be dead by now.. Sure enough, across the black tank-top were the words 'BOYS HATE ME' written in gold glitter across her jutting bosoms. Below it was the fleshy, exposed dome of her distended womb, thrusting forward like a spherical announcement of the pixies' slutty behavior. Her navel, which had popped out, was nonetheless pierced by a gold navel ring. That was the first time I began to reevaluate my skeptical opinion of the sexual appetites of the Fae. She sauntered up to me, jiggling mammaries bouncing like. Brandon slid his partially erect cock into my mouth and started to fuck in and out. "You will want to make sure this cock is good and wet slut, maybe it won't hurt so much when I take that pretty ass. " I felt his cock getting harder and harder as he plunged deeper and deeper into my mouth pushing against the back of my throat. I felt my throat open and then I felt his cock slide into my throat. It was not nearly as bad as it had been the first time he had tried to fuck my throat. I reached in.