If I had known her name, I would have moaned it.
The sloppy, wet noise as she worked her mouth in ways I never knew possible made me grow stiffer. My knees shook.
By the dim candlelight of the carved pumpkin, I watched her round ass bounce as she sucked me harder and faster. She was certainly enjoying herself.
There was no slowing it down. I spilled out everything into her as that clever tongue coaxed out my last drops.
Satisfied, she giggled playfully and licked her fangs. I last remember those soft, crimson tits drenched in my blood.
