FANTASIES AND KINKS: A Smutverse Of Dirty Sex Stories
He doesn't scold me as I feared he would, instead, he pulls the fruit from my pussy and feeds it to me, making me taste myself mixed with the fruit-------- peach's sugar.
“Good girl. Keep those legs spread.”
As I do, the hall grows quieter--------- if that were possible---------, and rather instinctively, I turn my head to the side catching sight of a couple of vampires inching closer to get a better view of my pussy, most of them taking off their cloaks and garments.
My face burns at the realisation, the trailing down my neck.
Just then, Damien’s hand closes around my throat just above the collar, and squeezes firmly, his face suddenly inches from mine;