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Had she known what awaited her near the cemetery she probably would never had ventured out. She only wanted to find a mark, score some weed, and enjoy the night. She probably would have found trouble, because she was a magnet for it, pumped it up then left without another word. A thief by design she was always looking for an opportunity, yet she was curious by nature and nothing or no one could have kept her from finding out who left the body so brazenly in the open. She wanted to know the monster who ravaged that body so thoroughly and perhaps learn a bit from it. Torture, it titillated the masochist in her, as well as whet the appetite of its counterpart; her sadist. So maybe her night came out just as she wanted it too, yet still sex was not on the agenda, it truly never was. Don't get her wrong, she delighted in making others view her a certain way. She loved nothing more than being the image of sex, the very personification of it in fact. Her every movement is meant to invocate the feeling of lust, to turn even a married man's head. It is a little known fact that she uses her own fluids as perfume, her subtle aroma loaded with pheromones meant to lure the male. A naughty minx, yet she rarely found one so brazen enough to take her up on her offer, bold enough to claim her no matter the cost.

So thus she is entranced, lost within his icy blues as she submits to him. His every word her command as she drives him insane, her skilled tongue doing what she so loved. Experienced she was, her sexual appetite twice as large as any typical nymphomaniac. She could go ten times a day and still crave it at night; orgasms are a drug to her. They are what kept her sane, what kept the demons at bay, and she was quite aggressive when she had to go a day without one. She is quite sure the ultimate punishment for one such as her would be to be bound and brought to the edge of orgasm over and over again without the hope of release. Not like she would tell anyone this of course. Most would be turned off by her sheer expertise, labeling her slut without truly knowing her, without knowing that because of that same thinking she rarely had a dick in her. It didn't matter though, she knew what to do because she loved what she did. She studied her lovers, learned what turned them up and what turned them down, quite like how she watched her vampire now.

His groan wraps around her, the sensation of accomplishment washing over her as her own orgasm fades, knowing that she brought him to completion. She does not even wipe her mouth, instead allowing her tongue to slip forth and trace her lips, curling up at the corner of her swollen lips before slipping back into her mouth. From the look of rapture she could say that he is quite pleased with her performance. Oh she was a nasty nasty girl and it felt quite good to be able to let it out, to become sated in a way that didn't involve marathon sessions with her own fingers. She can feel him slacken some, only to harden again as she presses her pulsing pussy against him as he pulls her up only to lay her back down. A ravenous look crosses into her eyes as she gyrates, pulling forth another groan as his eyes close. The friction is delicious, a delicacy as her own hand finds her pearl. Her fingers rub it, caressing a long lost friend as he watches, his gaze burning her body. Through hooded eyes she watches him watch her, the moment straight out of one of those adult movies.

This moment in time is one she will never forget. She will forever cherish, perhaps manically so, the moment she had uninhibited sex with an unknown male and it is all because of the orgasm he feeds her with his fingers. Her body is afire and her mind can not keep up, hands are here, fingers there, pain blossoming from her breasts, lips, thighs...everywhere. It is like he has eight arms such was the sensations and her body is as tight as a bowstring, everything shivers, her hips unable to stay still bucks against him until everything constricts and she is screaming her pleasure. Her head thrashes against the grass, her hair damp about her crown as she flies into the heavens. If his fingers could do that then imagine his dick.

His words bring her back down as she delves into the depths of his eyes, body still shivering as he brings his fingers to his mouth. She watches as he suckles, tongue darting out to moisten her lips as she struggles to come up from the haze he has created, her tongue quick to speak before her mind actually catches up. Sometimes it is great to be a natural nympho, one just knows what to do even when deep under the throes of passion.

"I am sure you do."

She murmurs, suddenly tired of speech. She craved his dick with an unholy passion that it scares her. He is her match, he fits her so well, brings her body to the brink so quickly that she fears this is a dream. That she will awaken twisted in her sheets alone...that she will not know the fullness of his cock due to waking. Fueled by this she rips his shirt from his body, delighted to be met with his hard body. Taking a moment she just stares, soaking him up as he folds his hands behind his back, looking very relaxed. This will not do. A soft scowl paints her face for a moment, staring down at him with her bottom lip drawn into her mouth as she contemplates. Having decided on a punishment she sweeps down, lapping at his nipples only to return to bite down on them. She is rewarded with a grunt, his body jerking causing her to bounce, the motion doing things to her lower half that have her hissing in protest. He shouldn't move, it felt too good when he moved, pleasure impeded her ability to think. Giving a shake of her head she returns to what she was doing, loving the sharp contrast of the sharp inhales of delight to the growling rumbling given when her teeth find their mark. Over and over again she inflicts her pain, his earlier chuckle egging her on, as a hum begins in the back of her throat when his hands find her ass. The pressure builds as he begins to squeeze, his words and tongue causing her to lift up and throw her head back as she begins to grind.

They seem to vibrate within her, teasing every nerve ending with just that sentence and she begins to wonder how he is able to play her body like a violin? Yet she pushes those thoughts away as she grabs him, positioning his head at her core, eyes boring into his as she plays a most cruel trick. A soft giggle painting the air as he groans, his head finding the ground again her she flexes her inner muscles, gripping him for but a moment before she removes the slicked head from her. Yet it does not have the intended result, the loss of his heat drives her body mad, a soft sigh ripping its way from her pouty mouth. She didn't know how well he would fit, how well he would feel, now she knew and it was torture to push him down, to continue to grind upon him when her entire body breaks out in shivers again. Forcing an angelic look she gazes at him, his growled words causing a chuckle to drip from her honeyed lips as his eyes burn into her. She can see the inferno, see it threatening to consume him and she knows that heat. She knows that look for it was the same one she gave him earlier.

He shifts, his pelvis pushing upward and she losses her battle, a sharp inhale given as she pauses her movement to enjoy the pressure against her throbbing sex. The inaction giving him a window to trail his hands down her belly to the insides of her thighs, the new sensations causing her eyes to squeeze shut as she tries to grab onto the straws of her control. What happened to the in control tease?

She is in motion by the time his hands reach her nipples, her hand gripping him again as she lifts her hindquarters, careful to keep her upper body in such a way to still enjoy his fingers on her breasts. With a gentle squeeze to his rod she slides upon it, his hardness slipping easily within her satiny folds. She can not help it, a cross between a gasp and a moan leaves her lips as she comes to settle upon his hips, his dick firmly planted within her. She has never in her life felt so full, it was like if she was to move he would slam against her womb and she...she just stays still. She does not move as she quivers atop him, fingers gripping his lean stomach as she shakes her head, teeth reclaiming her bottom lip. Slowly she opens her eyes, staring down into his baby blues as she begins to move, her hips adopting the rolling motion of the sea as she drowns within him. She can not stay quiet, does not try. Releasing her lip she pants, thighs quivering as she rides him, pushing her orgasm down, pushing everything down. She can't cum...she can't... not yet...OH GOD!

At the angle they were at, he had perfect access to her g-spot, the fleshy area within her growing with each stroke. She is sure that he can feel the tightness, as it increases and she wonders if he has ever been with a squirter before. If she were to let go would he freak out? Why did she care? Reaching down she moves his hands to her hips, silently asking him to help her set the pace knowing that for some reason if left to her own devices she will deny herself the pleasure of...of.

"Yes, Oh YES!"

Her voice is choked, as she arches her back, her breasts jutting forward. Eyes are wide as she moans her breathing haggard and very much uneven. If he increases the pace...if he goes harder...she will lose it. She will shatter into a million piece and drench them both.

"Bite Me."

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