Logan looked at Beauty, still sitting in the hot water, orange crystal light reflecting off of her wet, smooth skin and delicious curves. Demonic veno..., to make feeding more pleasurable. As she had been doing to him, from the very first day they met. Suddenly, her obsession with always wanting to finish him off in her mouth made complete, terrible sense.“Demon venom is an aphrodisiac,” he said. “That’s what you are trying to say. So your kind can feed. On humans. On human orgasm.”He touched his. Then Keith confessed he’d gone down a very similar path to my own and had been terrified I might find out. “So, we’re ok then?” I nodded. “Can I join you?” With only the slightest hesitation I replied, “Sure!” With that he promptly stripped naked and joined me on the couch with his long narrow cock sticking straight up. At first we just sat there watching the screen while stroking our cocks but since the proverbial cat was out of the bag we started talking and discussing what we’d learned. Without warning the vibrator inside her increased in intensity, he was obviously using the remote and she let out a load moan which became a cry of pleasurable anguish. Something was placed down at a table next to her, it sounded like a piece of large and heavy crockery. She hears a soft clinking noise, then silence.She gasped out loud at the shock, she wanted to cry out but the shock of it was too intense. Eventually she finds her voice and cries out. The offending sting starts on her left. I'm room 36; 3rd door on the left on the 3rd floor. I park on the side of a nearly deserted street when I get there, and by now my cigarette is nearly burning my lips. I've been mulling over when my friend(if you can call him that) Johnny Figgs said earlier that day: "Dead guys don't talk... and they sure don't shoot... Watch your back Morty"He told me this because I've been working on a case that involves some fucknuts hiring me to spy on his wife. As luck would have it she's fucking some.