She undoes Johnny’s belts and slowly moves his jeans down. She stops at his knee, she lets her fingertips run softly up his thigh and briefly over h...s throbbing crotch, and continues to pull his jeans over his feet, leaving him in his boxers and her, in nothing. In that instance all breath leaves his body – she is stunning, her long legs, her curves, those perfect breasts, her soft, shaven mound, dripping anticipation. But, even in this moment, as he pulls his underwear off, it’s her eyes that. And hearing no reply, I opened and entered."Martha?" I'll be there in a sec, plant yourself in the TV, will you?"I couldn't find the TV. There was too much stuff everywhere. Unbroken pizzas, uneaten food, undrinkable coffee, underwear and bras, and little and big figures of clay were everywhere. Martha sculpted.Brilliantly.I made some coffee and plopped down on the couch. After a bit of searching, I discovered the TV, and after a little while, the remote. I polished the TV screen with my. He looked down at me, as I could tell he was getting closer. Suddenly he started moaning, "Oh, yes, oh, yes.." When he came on me, and it was sudden and unexpected, it was like a geyser erupting, his hot semen just spewing out in waves, ejecting into my mouth and on my face, neck, in my hair! I couldn't believe this. He stayed as he was, as his penis went flaccid after he came. He took his right hand dripping with semen, and said, "Clean me up Mother." I began licking his hand, licking off. T-t-to kill me?”The werewolf shook her head. “No. You are not our prey.”Natasha looked at herself, at the exposed bones, the ruined clothes, the tight muscle of a vampire’s pale body ripped open.“ ... why ... d-d-did ... you d-d-d ... do this to me.”She wanted to cry. God she wanted to cry. But she didn’t have the vitae to spare for the blush of life, so her dry eyes stared at the woman as best they could before rolling up when another scream started to bubble in her throat before she pushed it.