A Vampire Biker For Christmas
“Lay back for me, darling,” he whispered, his warm breath fanning my earlobe, and making me squirm with anticipation. The risk of what we were doing, the fact that anyone could walk into the tent and catch us red handed, made my pussy throb. He trailed his tongue down my belly, stopping above my clit.
“Say it, Marguerite. Beg for it. What do you want?” He asked.
I gasped as he ran his tongue over my clit, and my body trembled.
“You,” I moaned.
“Good girl.” He smirked.
”And who’s the best biker?” He questioned.
“I am.” I replied, just as his tongue pushed into my pussy, stealing my breath away.
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