Fangs or No Fangs?
Fangs I never noticed as he was kissing my lips. I was lying back on the bed with him on top of me, nibbling on my neck. My pussy was dripping wet, my clit throbbing. Our clothes seemed to disappear as if by magic. His body was smooth and pale. I had never seen anyone so white in all my life. Didn’t think too much about that though because his hard cock was against my leg, seemingly burning a hole into my skin. I wrapped my fingers in his hair as he slid down my chest to envelop my hard nipples with his powerful lips.
Had I not been so enthralled I might have noticed the fangs. Even when they scraped along my stomach on his way to my honey pot I didn’t register the difference. He tweaked my nipples as he teased my clit with his experienced tongue.
The fingers of one hand slid easily into my dripping snatch as he continued feasting on my sweet juices. I thought I was in heaven. My hips thrust towards his eager mouth as my orgasm neared. Screaming, I flooded his face. He lapped up every drop then crawled his way back to my face. He kissed me deeply as his hard shaft sunk into me with the first stroke. I licked my juice from his mouth and tongue enjoying the feel of his rock hard 10-inch cock splitting me in two.
He fucked me forcefully for a good long time before slowing his strokes. He pulled himself to his elbows and I opened my eyes to look at him. That was when I noticed the fangs. It was too late. As his cock exploded inside my convulsing pussy he bite into my jugular. He drank my blood as my pussy drank in his hot creamy cum.
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