Keeping time with the next song, I slip off my shoes and kick them into the corner. Making my way to you, I straddle your legs. My crotch is just inc...es from your face. My nipples are so hard they almost hurt.I sway back and forth, flipping open the front of my jeans. I reveal first one side and cover it, then other other and cover it again. I press my jeans-covered crotch against your face and run my fingers through your hair. I press you to me and grind against your pretty face a. He could see them, hiding in the shadows with only the occasional lamppost to expose them, and they gave him a quick glance before going about their business. Some of them stopped though, stared at him in shock, and then turned to a fellow Kindred to whisper.He was the survivor of the incident that had killed Tony and Viktor; so many talked about that. Then there was the fact his relationship with Antoinette had become public knowledge. It’s not like he could have hidden it, he was no Mehket,. Months of searching proved disheartening and, ultimately, fruitless. My old home no longer existed and I could find no record or other evidence of my family. It seemed that my line — like me — had disappeared with no vibrant, beating hearts, no burning embers to show any kind of legacy from my mortal life. There was no more sign of my being than the hole left when you withdraw your finger from a cup of water.And, looking in the mirror, even the physical evidence of my birth had been strangely. "How's that ass John?" "He's so fucking tight man." John smacked my ass and slammed his dick into it picking up his pace. I reached between my legs and started massaging his balls wanting him to blow his load in my ass. "Oh fuck yeah you ready for it? Here it comes." He grunted as he shot load after load of his cum into my ass. He pulled his dick out of me and turned me around waving his dick in front of my face. I reached out and lifted his dick to my mouth and sucked him clean.Thats when Tony.