.May ye sunke or jor se dabane laga or usko kiss karne laga maine uskii saree bhi utar di ab vo sirt bra n panty may thi red n blue bahot sexy lag rah... thii maine apne mobile pay uske photo nikale or phir hay shuru ho gaya maine uske chut ko hatt lagaya ommgggg uski panty puri gili ho chuki thii mere hat pura bheg gaya maine usko chata or uski panty ke under hat dalke chut ko maslne laga vo or jor say mon karne lagi kehne lagi chodo muze mere raja bana do muze apne lund ki diwani chodo muze. I was unaware of the change, so completely focused on the pleasurable sensations rippling from my cock. Without any warning, and without breaking the rhythm of stroking my cock, the lady squeezed the needles, pushing them deeper under my fingernails. The resulting scream was the loudest yet, and like music to the lady ears. Even before it had fully died away she had repeated the process, this time adding a little left to right wiggle, pushing the needles from side to side. With that added. And so much of that gets wasted during the digestive process, don't you think?"As he stuck the needle into his arm, he said, "Also, this is much more powerful a stimulant if pumped directly into my veins. There's nothing wasted, you see."As she watched, he turned visibly younger in just a few seconds.'So that's how it's done!' she realized for the first time. 'That's why Jake was still alive after that fall! He drank my blood! It didn't need to be my 'heart's blood'.'"Fuck..." she managed to. Picking up the phone, Priscilla dialed Desirée's number. It was picked up on the fifth ring."Hello," came Desirée's faintly forlorn-sounding voice.Priscilla hung up before the greeting was repeated. She knew that the blonde bitch was home. She packed the revolver, two boxes of cartridges, three speed loaders, and a pen and paper into a Gucci bag, and walked out of the house, passing the half-open door of her father's bedroom and hearing the excited moans of her cousin Robyn coming.