His blood was hot on my lips, felt like burning all the way down to my stomach. I just have to wait. Milf porn He laughed, a soft little laugh, and stepped closer. He sighed again. “What have you done to me?” I muttered, as the cold wind hit my naked skin. It – I – felt amazing, like I could run forever, do whatever he wanted me to do. Lips torn back in a snarl I glared at him. Dogs, wet grass, decaying leaves, petrichor… And it felt good, somehow, at the same time. It hurt, but it was him, my owner. so… “You could catch your death out here.”
I just looked at him. A sharp whistle brought me back to the present. “Thought so.”
“Sorry”, I murmured, looked down. The coppery taste appalled me at first, made me gag. I licked my lips, stretched forward, to taste his semi-hard cock. Even though I was feeling the cold stronger now, or rather, my skin getting numb, his smile seemed to warm me.
