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His groan growled out through clenched teeth as his cock erupted. A vampiress lounged on a bean bag, her thighs spread open and her fingers playing with her pink pussy. “I enjoy the solitude,” the priest would always say. His wife always had a feisty tongue. His dick swelled hard, tenting his jeans. “I don’t care,” the woman answered. His hips thrust into her as the euphoria reached his balls. Her arms tightened around his neck, holding him tight to her lips. Her smile grew and Damien noticed the extra shake to her hips. Damien ran his hands down her thighs as he leaned in. I can feel it.”
Her lips nibbled again at his neck. Damien settled on the latter option. Between hunts, they had spent their time remodeling the house. Decapitation and sunlight were the only sure ways to kill one.
