His steel hardness pulsed inside of me, my pleasure nub rubbing deliciously against his pubic bone.
“You’ll stay still.”
“Yes,” I moaned softly in a divinely erotic trance, completely surrendering to his commanding presence.
His lips brushed against my neck, causing me to tremble in anticipation of his bite. The pain from his fangs piercing my skin was exquisite, blending seamlessly with the pleasure coursing through my veins.
As a tsunami of euphoria swept over me, my pussy convulsed around him, tightly gripping and milking every last drop of his essence as he fed on me—his willing blood slave.
