The Pack's Vampire
He pulled her tighter, feeling the bones of her corset shift within the fabric as he pressed her against him and let her feel just how hard his c-ck was for her as he tangled their tongues in a mimicry of sex, f-king her mouth and imagining the scent of the grass as it crushed beneath his thrusts, of her wet warmth as he sank his c-ck into her c-nt, and how she would moan his name, her fingers pulling at his hair…
He felt her hand stroke down his back and over his arse before she pulled back, stepping out of the kiss so that he held air, shocked from his fantasies, staring at her as she set the sunglasses back onto her face. “I guess, in whatever fucked up game the three of you are playing,
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