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To her ear or her hair. "You can sit up," Mr. Shale said finally. "You're almost done." She sat up. "W-what else?" she stammered, fearful of a punishment for speaking out. "When I'm able again, I desire to make use of your ass. It's a very nice ass and is sure to feel wonderfully tight around my cock." "I'm afraid," Claire said, her face turned away from Jack Shale, "that I simply cannot wait for you to be 'able again'." Her tone was suddenly so different, Jack put his hand on her shoulder and demanded: "What?" She took hold of his hand with her own, slowly turning her head back to face him. What he saw only had time to register on the unconscious level of his mind. Had he had the opportunity to remember that moment, he would h.
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Ave remembered her face: her blue eyes dripping blood red; her semen-covered face now as pale as the cum she wore; her mouth snarling with twin fangs, semen or saliva hanging from them in glistening strings. He also would have remembered losing all bladder control and pissing all over his backseat. He never did get a moment to remember that one, though. For her small hand had gripped his with a strength unparalleled in a vise, and her other hand grabbed him by his throat, finger.
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S suddenly long and supple enough to hold his neck securely, and her fluid motion at one and the same time broke the hand on her shoulder and ran his head into the window by her side, shattering the glass and the bones in his face. He probably died on impact, his nose bone being shoved into his brain. But sometimes I like to think he was still alive when Claire pulled his back into the car and began the long process of draining Mr. Shale of all body fluids, beginning with the blood issuing from his face, ending with the tart juice of his slowly rotting testicles. For.
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It was her role, as vampire, to consume the fluids of her victims. And their role to bleed so obediently for her. She left Mr. Shale dry husk in his car, returned her clothes to her body, and walked home. It was a long stretch of Highway 3 and there were no cars to offer her assistance. That was why she always brought her victims there. I walked into the executive offices and looked at the managing director's PA. She was a slightly plump very pretty blonde in her early twenties, dressed in a smart business suit with a white blouse and rape cartoons sheer, h.
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Sitting room dressed in a low-cut tight-fitting black cocktail dress which outlined her breasts beautifully. It was about three inches above the knee. Her neat legs were encased in sheer black nylon with shiny patent shoes with about a four-inch heel. She had had her hair styled and it fell in soft blonde waves to her shoulders. They were clearly about to go out for the evening. I smiled at her and without hesitation walked up to her and took her in my arms turning her around so that I could watch Derek while I played with her. I put my lips to hers and pressed slowly and insistently with my tongue against her.
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