M. So, she arose from her bed, as the sun dipped behind the hills. "What do I wear to a funeral?" She wondered. Staring at herself in the mirror, she...noticed her skin was a few sides lighter, but she brushed it off. "Most likely the lighting," she thought, that or the matching black lingerie. She held various dresses over her body, making, "Oh," and, "Ahhh," sounds. Her thoughts again wandering, "I wonder if there are more then just vampires? I mean all hunters, become the Hunted at some point. I soon felt a thick penis placed in my empty palm, and I got to work, operating at maximum occupancy for my position, a fuck machine with all available parts in play. I couldn't see her, but I could hear Chloe grunting and moaning around a cock, and I knew she was likewise in use. I could hear the voices of more men gathering around, some cheering us on."Suck it, you dirty fucking whore!" Yeah slut, work those cocks! Earn your fucking keep, bitch!"I didn't know if they were talking at me or. I rolled and we lay face to face on our sides. My hand went between her legs. “I want to watch you cum.” “I want to cum on your face.” I smiled. “I hope you will, next time.” My finger pushed easily into her. I stroked deep inside her, our mouths touching and she lifted her knee to make it easier for me. Her clit felt hard under my thumb. She was panting a little, her hands running over my arms and breasts. “I ought to have known.” We were both startled by the voice and looked up to see. He had gone through months of hell as they disected every part of his life over the last 18 years. All he wanted now was to lay back, relax in his little, private beach house and enjoy some time for himself. The house wasn't much, but it was his and they never found out about it in the divorce. He had purchased it years ago through his company (which she now owned 51% of), and transferred the title into his college buddy's name. It was quiet here. Away from the hustle and bustle of the.