“Can I…your….shirt?” I bit my lip and nodded, lifting my arms up over my head. She was already wet, that much I knew. Milf sex I promise.” I smiled and climbed up onto the bed, laying down. Either way, it was so fucking good. She had fangs…and they hadn’t been filed down. Her fingers slipped into me and she pulled the skin out, holding it in her hands. I looked up at her with teary eyes and smiled wide. I leaned over to the nightstand and pulled a small tube of lube from the drawer. Two? “N-no.”
“But…why?” Her eyes pierced mine as she stared at me. I wanted her tongue inside me…
As if she read my mind she pulled my hoodie back down and started RIPPING my jeans off. I smiled as it healed quicker than my other wounds had. “Shush now angel,” I whispered, stroking the soft skin with my thumbs. “Okay,” I whispered, sitting up.
