Paul groaned, watching her thick lips pass over his white cock. Her mouth was warm and wet, much like he knew her pussy would feel. She bobbed her hea... up and down slowly, squeezing his length with the side of her cheeks. Her hand reached out and stroked the underside of his balls. Paul began breathing hard. She was good. So good. He could feel himself coming close to climax already. He placed his hands on top of her head urging her on. "Come on, baby," he whispered hoarsely to her. "Keep doing. . but the idea of admitting that she had screwed up is still confusing enough to her that to actually apologize for it might cause her to have a most unlady-like nervous breakdown, so don't push for it ... at least for right now." How is your shoulder? It's ... different, seeing you in clothes. Was that dress from Ayleth? It's pretty and it quite becomes you ... especially your eyes." My shoulder is healing at last and it probably now itches more than it hurts. Whatever your gléaman friend put. " Only you, John. Only ever you." I laugh, the sound coming out in puffs and huffs, my cock driving into her harder still at her agreement. I'm so big, my hairy chest rubbed against her skin, my fingers scratching lazily at her hips as I continue licking and nipping the skin on her shoulder. " Please fill me with cum, John," she pleaded. " I want you to spray my insides with it, I want to cum just from the feeling of you pumping me full ... please! Oh, fuck!" She squeals delightedly as I bite. ’ Her knees almost gave way, he was speaking to her. Clara’s mouth opened to squeak a reply when his face cracked into a thousand pieces and she realized she was staring down the throat of a Vampire. But instead of just biting into her neck the creature bit her entire head off. Her severed head screamed, ‘Please help me!’ Clara burst awake in a sweat, eyes opened wide in fear. She became aware she was in the safety of her own bed where she’d been taking a nap before this evening’s festivities..