The Vampire Kiss Chapter Five Feeding the Fangwhore
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The angel Aurora trembled. Her wings fluttered. She had crossed over from the Ether into the material world and intervened on the vampire Damien D'Angelo, preventing him from killing the youthful Mary. Instead, the Angel twisted him to turn Mary into a vampire.
"It ... it was the only way to keep him on track," Aurora spluttered.
Gideon's eyes were wide behind his glasses. The more scholarly angel swallowed. "I ... I ... you didn't have permission for the intervention, Aurora."
Aurora glanced at the vampire fucking Mary on the couch of his house, his lips sucking her blood. Mary would still die. I've condemned her to a life of undeath. I've chained her soul in the same prison that binds Damien.
Aurora wasn't sure what had driven her to break the rules. She was normally such an obedient angel. But the last few weeks, working towards the plan of finally taking down one of the greatest threats to the mortal world had weighed on her. Faust Crespo, the vampire that had turned Abigail and unleashed her upon Damien was foul and loathsome. He had made deals with a filthy demon, buying protection and allowing his commercial empire to flourish while no mortal hunter, the Knights Venator, were allowed to hunt him.
But Heaven had finally found a way around the demon's protections. When Faust sent into motion his plan of revenge on Damien and Abigail D'Angelo for killing numerous vampires Faust had sired, it gave Heaven their window.
And at every turn Aurora's plan failed. She couldn't stop Abigail from entering the high school and falling into Faust's trap. She couldn't prevent Damien from returning to his home and falling into Abigail's trap. Now that Damien had been turned, the plan was tenuous at best. But his desire to reclaim his wife and avenge the cruelty Faust inflicted burned hot in the vampire.
But only so long as he didn't fall into the pitfalls of a new vampire.
"If he killed Mary, more would have died," Aurora pleaded to Gideon, desperate for justification. I had to do the right thing. I'm an angel. I don't perform acts of evil. This had to be good. "This had to be the right thing to do. I saved lives."
"But what about the consequences?" Gideon groaned. "You intervened without permission. Every time we intervene, a demon is allowed an equal intervention. You broke the rule. There is a demon out there that will use this to cause great harm."
"But..." Aurora's voice faltered. "I couldn't let Faust get away. And ... and ... demons break the rule all the time. They intervene without permission. And we're forced to clean up the mess, like with Faust."
"But if we don't follow the rules of creation, who will, Aurora?" Gideon pushed up his glasses. "We're angels. We do not break the Covenant. We—"
"Aurora," a commanding voice boomed around her, light flooding down from above. "Report for judgment."
"But I was just doing the right thing," Aurora hissed before she rose to Heaven.
The demon Jezebel shuddered as she lurked inside Father Augustine's soul. The priest had given into his sin and had violate the sanctity of his church by fucking the young temptress, Mary Daniels, on the altar. That unholy act had cracked his soul open, allowing the demon to slip inside and possess him.
The demon had such wicked plans for the Father. I will twist you and make you an agent of the very thing you loathe, Father.
The priest enjoyed her presence inside his body. She gave him such stamina. Right now, he fucked Joy, the first of the woman to fall beneath his spell. She wouldn't be the last. The priest corruption would spread.
Jezebel could feel the delight of Father Augustine ramming his cock into Joy's asshole as she squirmed on the altar. It was like Jezebel had a dick of her own while possessing the priest. The demon drank in the priest's pleasure, savoring the tight, hot grip of Joy's greased asshole as Father Augustine fucked her hard.
"Let me feel that slutty hole cum on my cock," the priest moaned.
Yes, hissed Jezebel in Father Augustine's soul. Fuck the whore. Her body tempted you. She made you hard. You have no choice but to fuck her sinful body.
"Your body temped me, whore," Father Augustine groaned. "You made me hard."
"I'm so sorry, Father," gasped Joy, the blonde shuddering as her orgasm built. Her asshole clamped down hard on the priest's dick; Jezebel shuddered in delight. "Cum in me then teach me to fight evil."
"Yes," groaned Father Augustine. "I shall."
You shall be my instrument to fight evil, groaned Jezebel, her soul consuming the bliss. The pressure built at the tip of the priest's cock.
"You shall be my instrument to fight evil," gasped the priest. "And more shall follow."
Jezebel savored the priest's wicked thoughts. Images of all the beautiful woman of his parish flashed through the priest's mind: Abigail, Mrs. Lawson, her daughter Britney, Mary, Samantha, Mrs. Anders, and more. He wanted them all.
They all shall be yours. Especially Abigail.
"Hallelujah," groaned the priest as he slammed his dick deep into Joy asshole.
Jezebel shuddered in Father Augustine's soul as the priest climaxed in the whore's asshole. The demon savored the powerful, explosive blasts of cum erupting out of the priest's dick. Every blast sent a ripple of bliss through Father Augustine body and the demon's soul.
"Yes, yes, yes," gasped Joy. "Oh, thank you for coming in me. It's so hot. I love it. I—"
For a moment, the world shuddered. The demon was rocked by the powerful, spiritual intercession that happened only a few miles away. An angel had intervened without the sanction of Heaven. Jezebel shuddered at the possibilities open before her.
I have free rein to do something so naughty, Jezebel gasped. Not waisting her opportunity, she dumped her power into the priest. He would be an even greater weapon than she could possibly have hoped for.
Abigail D'Angelo crashed into the large, Black man that had entered her bare room, the walls undressed cinder blocks and the floor a concrete slab, in the bowels of Faust Tower. The vampiress wasn't afraid of the three men that had boldly walked into the room she had hid out the day since being brought to the room by her Sire, the vampire Faust.
They were here to feed her. She hungered for the blood roaring through their veins. Beneath the men's hard muscles were networks of veins, arteries, and capillaries spreading that life-giving fluid through their bodies.
Abigail needed it. She hadn't fed since turning her husband last night at Faust's orders.
Despite the three men's size—they were all powerfully built men and moved with the confidence of fighters—Abigail was unafraid. Even before becoming a vampire she would not have been afraid. Now that she had a vampire's strength and speed, she knew she could take all three men. She was as fiery as her red hair. She never shirked from danger, not even in high school when she helped kill her first vampire.
That same vampire had been one of many that Faust had sired. Their deaths had triggered Faust's plan to kill and turn Abigail, culminating in the dawn's sun burning Abigail's husband to a crisp. A part of Abigail mourned her husband. She loved him, but the bulk of her was under the compete domination of Faust.
She was his slave and would do anything for him.
Abigail's sharp fingernails lunged for the Black man's throat. A quick tear and his blood would gush out on the floor. A waste, but she had two other men to feed off. She needed to disable one of the men as fast as possible.
The Black man's arm lashed out faster than a human should have reacted. He snagged her reaching hand and twisted, throwing Abigail into the bare, cinder block wall. She bounced off and landed on her feet in a low crouch.
"The fangwhore is feisty," the blond man laughed, his voice thick with a German accent. He stroked his hard cock. "We are going to feed and fuck you hard."
"So just be patient, darlin'," the third man, his hair buzzed short like a soldier and his voice twanging like a man from Texas. "Don't you fret. Your hot cunt will get a chance to enjoy all our cocks."
"And your asshole," laughed the Black man.
"If you want to fuck me and not die, then you better subdue me," Abigail purred, growing excited at the prospect of sex and violence.
Her pussy ached. Her nipples were hard. The three men were gorgeous. Hard cocks jutted at her, full of blood. The salty musk of their precum filled her nose. All three men had a slightly different flavor.
Abigail licked her lips; she had a banquet to feast upon.
She feinted, slashing her sharp fingernails at the German. He moved his muscular leg back, pivoting to dodge her attack. She twisted away in the blink of an eye and threw herself at the Texan. She crashed into his muscular torso, her fingernails clawing at his chest. Long, bleeding trails covered his sculpted peck.
Her lips thirsted. She leaned in and licked up the bloody wounds, her teeth aching to sink into his throat and bleed him dry. His coppery blood warmed her tongue, but it was only an appetizer. She reached his neck and sank her teeth into his flesh.
"Damn," the Texan moaned. "This fangwhore is one hungry vixen."
Abigail's pussy clenched as the hot, salty flood of jizz filled her mouth. It spilled over her lips in a gush, running down to her heaving breasts. Her dusky-pink nipples were covered in the vermilion as she feasted while she ground her hot cunt into his rippling abs. Her thighs wrapped tight around his waist as she fed.
"Enough of that, slut," growled the Black man.
Abigail screamed as the Black man ripped her mouth away by her hair. He was strong. She hissed at him, bending her body, her breasts thrusting above her. She released her legs from the Texan and flexed her body, twisting in the air and slamming her thighs around the Black man's head, griding her pussy into his face. Her breasts rubbed into stomach as her hands grasped his cock.
She squeezed.
"Bitch," the Black man moaned into her pussy.
Hissing in delight, Abigail brought his ebony cock to her lips. Her fangs sank into the tip. His moans of pains turned into grunts of delight as her vampire venom flooded the man's blood stream. She sucked the tip of his dick, the salty precum and coppery blood mixing in her mouth.
Abigail bobbed her head as she hung up down, the Black man's arms holding her while his thick lips and bold tongue licked through her pussy adorned with trimmed, fiery pubic hair. Her thighs kept a firm grip on his neck as she undulated. Her teeth nipped his cock, bringing more moans from his lip and more blood pumping into her hungry mouth.
How can he stay hard with his cock bleeding? Like air leaking from a punctured tire, his dick should have lost pressure and went limp.
But it didn't. He stared hard and throbbing in her mouth.
Abigail really didn't care why. She was drunk on blood. It was salty and delicious, feeding her hunger. Her fingernails clawed at the black man, bringing more blood welling. It dripped down his thighs and smeared in her hands.
"Look at that fangwhore feed," whooped the Texan.
And why aren't you dead? I ripped out your carotid artery.
A hot shudder ran through Abigail, driving away her puzzling thoughts. The Black man's lips latched onto her clit. His teeth bit, shooting delicious pain through her body. Her pussy clenched as her sensitive bud was savaged. The blood filled her belly. She moaned about his cock as her orgasm rippled through her body and her juices squirted into the Black man's face.
"The fangwhore just came," growled the Black man. "Fuck, she's sucking my cock so hard."
"Flood her mouth," the German laughed. "Give her more than blood to drink. A slut like her wants cum as much as blood."
Abigail sucked hard on the cock in her mouth. Their words were so nasty. She loved them. The Black man nipped her clit hard. Her pleasure crashed through her again. She moaned about the Black man's thick dick as her juices squirted into his hungry mouth. His cock throbbed in her mouth.
His cum erupted.
Salty, thick, delicious jizz. Abigail moaned as she drank it down mixed with the man's blood. Her teeth nipped again as his cock flooded her mouth with cum. Her hips bucked, grinding her pussy hard into his lips as she swallowed down the delicious mix of flavors.
"Fuck," the Black man grunted. "The fangwhore knows how to suck cock."
"But can she fuck?" laughed the German.
"Let's find out." The Black man suddenly let go of Abigail.
As she came, her thighs relaxed. She gasped and twisted as she fell, managing to land on her hands and toes. She hissed, blood matting her breasts and face. More smeared across her hands, leaving bloody prints on the floor.
The Texan stroked his dick. Blood sheeted down his rippling chest to his stomach, but the wound no longer bled. He had somehow healed.
"Familiars," Abigail hissed, realizing what the men were. Virgins who had been nearly bled to death by a vampire then fed the vampire's blood. The ichor in a vampire's undead blood would devile their purity and change a familiar, granting them faster healing, greater strength, and almost continuous supply of blood for the vampire. "Does Faust fuck your asses when he feeds from you?"
"We do whatever the Master wants," the Texan drawled. "Just like you, whore."
"So yes," mocked Abigail.
The Texan's jaw throbbed and his knuckles cracked. "He's watchin' right now. He wants you fucked up and fucked."
His fist was a blur, catching Abigail by surprise. The vampire gasped in pain as it cracked into her head, knocking her onto her belly. She moaned in delight, savoring the pain. Before she could get up, the German seized her red hair and smashed her face into the concrete floor.
Abigail's moan was orgasmic.
"That's what a I thought, whore," the German grunted and rammed his cock straight up her unlubed ass.
The pain hurt almost as much as having her head slammed into the floor. Abigail discovered something about her, something that becoming a vampire had changed. Pain was as ecstatic as pleasure.
"Fuck my ass," she hissed, bucking into his painful thrusts, drinking in the burning agony.
The German slammed her face into the concrete again as he buried his cock hard into her asshole. The concrete floor could only momentarily hurt. There would be no bruisers or scraped skin. Only something truly pure—holy water, white oak, blessed silver, salt, sunlight—could actually hurt her.
Everything else was merely a new experience to enjoy.
"You like my cock fucking your ass, fangwhore?" snarled the German. "I bet you do. Did your husband ever fuck you this hard before you killed him."
"No," snarled Abigail. "Pound my ass. Make me cum, then I'll drink every drop of your blood."
"You can try," laughed the German.
His hand pressed on the back of her neck as he pounded his cock in and out of her asshole. Abigail's nipples rasped on the rough floor, adding more delight to her ass fucking. Her hips bucked up into his thrust while her lips ached for blood.
It filled the air. She had tasted two of the men. But, she wanted the third.
"Oh, you love my ass, faggot," she moaned. "Ream my ass. Do you ever fuck Sire? Or does he only use your faggot ass? Maybe I can strap-on a dildo and give you the same thrill. I'll fuck your ass harder than you're fucking me."
"You are one fucked up slut," laughed the German. "Did your husband whine like a bitch when Faust fucked you in front of him."
"He raged," Abigail hissed, her ass clenching down on his cock as she remembered the way her husband had tried so hard to break free of his restraints. "He would have killed Sire if he could."
The pain built inside of her. She embraced it, drinking it in. Her ass clenched and relaxed on his cock as she tensed. She pumped her hips, eager to feel his cum dump into her ass, aching for her orgasm to burst through her.
"Fuck me harder!" Abigail moaned. "Really make me hurt. Give it to me."
"Slut!" snarled the German. He pounded her so hard.
Her asshole drank in the pain. Her pussy clenched as she trembled beneath him. She moaned and panted. A tremble raced through her body. His strokes grew faster. His balls smacked into her taint. His heart raced.
He's about to cum.
"Fangwhore," he growled. "Take it. Take my cum."
Hot, salty cum exploded into her abused asshole. Abigail loved the heat. It burned inside her flesh. She shuddered as her orgasm burst hard through her. She screamed out loudly, her voice echoing through the room.
Abigail twisted around and stared into the German's eyes. She wasn't sure exactly how she did it. She just focused on him, boring into his mind, into his soul. He stiffened on her, driving his still cumming cock deep into her asshole as he fell under her trance.
"Attack," Abigail purred.
The German ripped his cock out of her asshole and lunged at the Black man. Their bodies collided together, both man grunting. They struggled, bodies heaving. The German had the advantage of size and surprise, slamming the Black man's head hard into the concrete wall.
Then he did it a second time. Blood matted the Black man's head as he slumped to the floor, leaving a red smear on the wall.
I have mesmerizing gaze, Abigail chortled to herself as she sprang at the Texan and his coppery blood. How wonderfully wicked.
Every vampire had a gift—telekinesis, shadow walk, daywalking, astral projection, flight, and others. Abigail received mesmerizing gaze. She could dominate a human with a glance and bend their will to hers. If they were prepared they might be able to resist. Faust's familiars hadn't been expecting it, their mental defenses lowered.
Now they were ready. So Abigail didn't try to mesmerize the Texan.
The Texan took a swing. His punch was hard, fast, blurring at her. She twisted her body and kicked out her foot, slamming into his solar plexus. He grunted and stumbled back. He threw two more punches, quick jabs that Abigail twisted around as she dropped.
Her hand smashed into his knee on the side. Her enhanced strength meant the blow landed with strength. His patella snapped. The Texan let out a moan of pain as his leg folded beneath him. He fell into a crotch and threw a punch at her stomach.
She caught his arm, twisted, and threw him over her shoulder. He landed hard on his back, groaning in pain. In a blur she was upon him, impaling her pussy on his cock. She sank down his girth as her teeth savaged at his neck.
This time, Abigail would drain him dry as she rode his cock.
The blood pumped into her mouth. Her hungers were fed as her pussy clenched down on his shaft. Her hips rose and fell, slamming her pussy up and down on the man while he groaned and shuddered on the ground, lost to the ecstasy of her bite.
The German stood over her, still under her power, his foot planted on the neck of the Black man in case he stirred. Abigail would kill the Black man next, drain him dry, then she would feast on the German. He would stand their and watch as she fucked and killed his companions one by one.
Her pussy clenched on the Texan's cock. The man's blood was ecstasy on her lips. The pleasure flowed through her body and gathered in her pussy. All the nerves in her sheath were alive, drinking in his girth, eager to cum as the man died.
Since he was a familiar, he wouldn't turn.
"Abigail," Faust's voice calmly said, echoing throughout the room. It was tinny from speakers.
She lifted her mouth from her feast. The blood poured down her neck and covered her breasts. She squeezed her tits as she looked up, scanning for the speaker. The ceiling was a normal drop ceiling, with the cheap, drywall panels. In one of them was a small, pinhole camera beside the mesh for a tiny speaker. Without her keen senses, she would have missed it.
"Yes, Sire," she moaned, massaging the blood into her breasts and nipples.
"Do not kill them," he ordered. "In the future, when they come to feed and fuck you, you shall submit to their violence. You shall let them beat and humiliate you."
"Yes, Sire," Abigail moaned, her hips still rising up and down on the Texan's cock. "Are you recording this?"
"Yes," Faust answered. "After I've killed you, I want hours of footage of your various humiliations to amuse me over the decades. And I have so many different ways to humiliate and abuse you in store."
"Yes, Sire," Abigail moaned, her body shuddering. She pinched her blood-covered nipples.
"Now cum, whore."
Her pussy spasmed. Her body obeyed her Sire. The pleasure rushed through her as she slammed down on the Texan. He stirred and grunted as she spasmed on his cock. Then his dick erupted and bathed her pussy with blast after blast of his cum while the camera recorded it all.
Damien D'Angelo dumped the corpse of Mary Daniels on his blood soaked bed. He had just fed and turned her. Even now, the change worked in her dead body. Soon, she would be reborn to unlife, a vampiress sired by him.
His slave.
Britney Lawson, his busty familiar and Mary's best friend, snuggled against the corpse, stroking the bleached-blonde hair of Mary off her face. Britney's lips were stained with her friend's blood. A familiar didn't need to drink blood, she was still human, but she had enjoyed the taste of her friend's life.
"Did she please you, Master?" Britney asked.
"She did," smiled Damien. "She'll be very useful."
"How?" asked Britney. "With your plan?"
"What do you know of my plan?" Damien asked.
"Not much. There is someone you need to kill and someone you need to rescue." The blonde Britney let her finger trace around Mary's right nipple, brushing the silver barbell that pierced it. Mary was a far wilder girl than the virginal Britney. Damien had never understood their friendship. He had always found Mary to be a slut. She had even tried to seduce him when he was human.
Damien had Abigail and passed on the little piece of fluff. Now, as a vampire, he was learning he could have the fluff and still claim his wife.
"I can't wait for her to wake up and feed on me," Britney moaned. "I'm glad you turned her, Master. It would have been such a waste to kill her outright."
Damien smiled. "She was your best friend, but it wouldn't have bothered you if I drained every drop of her blood?"
"It's why I brought her, Master," giggled Britney. She was both so youthful and innocent, yet so wicked at the same time. It made his cock ache. "I knew she would enjoy it. She's always craved new delights. A final explosion of bliss and ecstasy. Plus, I had to find you food. You were hungry. I could feel that. You deserved a special treat. You can't just drink my blood all the time. You need variety, Master."
"I need caution," Damien said. He had drunk the blood of two different women now. He had fed his thirst. He knew the pitfalls of a new vampire. They became drunk off blood and killing. They would amass bodies swiftly, drawing attention of a Hunter like Damien had been. "I can't afford to leave in bodies behind. Not for now."
"Then you'll have to turn them," Britney giggled. "So, where are we going when the sun sets?"
"Chicago."
"Ooh, Mary knows Chicago. She knows were all the clubs are at. She's a party girl." Britney licked her lips. "I bet there's good hunting at a club."
Damien gave her a look. "What do you know of hunting?"
"I like to watch those vampire shows. They're so naughty. They always made me tingle between my thighs." Britney spread her legs, showing her pussy covered by light-blonde hair matted by her excitement. "Right here."
Damien was tempted to fuck her, but he needed to ready for their trip. Night was a few hours away. "Go home and pack," he commanded Britney. "Then return. And pack something for Mary to wear, too. I'm sure you have some of her clothes."
"Yes, Master," smiled Britney. "I hope she doesn't wake before I return."
"She won't. Be fast." He paused. "Have you ever used a weapon?"
"I've shot skeet with a shotgun a few times at my uncle's farm."
"Good. You need to learn how to fight. Both of you will." He grabbed his laptop. He had money in the basement. He just needed to find an apartment to rent. Preferably with cash. A loft would be perfect. Something near Faust Tower.
He began his search. It didn't take him long to find something perfect.
When Britney returned, he had his cell phone in hand and made a phone call. The loft over Risqué would do. It was listed as office space—no would want to live over a club—and it was cheap and near Faust Tower.
"Why are you smiling, Master?" Britney asked as she stripped naked and slipped back in bed with Mary. Color returned to the corpse and the bleach faded from her hair, Mary's natural black returning as her body underwent the change.
"I think I found where we'll be staying in Chicago."
The phone picked up. "Windy City Property Management," answered a woman, her voice a sultry purr. "How can I help you?"
"Yes, I'm interested in renting the loft over Risqué. It's perfect for my tech start up. Is there any chance we could meet tonight to see it?"
"Tonight?" the woman asked. "Well, our business hours are between 9 AM and 5 PM, sir."
"I'm flying in tonight. I have a tight schedule. Here, you can make arrangements with my secretary. We need this fast. I'm willing to pay a premium to jump through all the red tape possible."
Damien tossed the phone to Britney. He mouthed, "10 PM, promise her anything."
"Hi, I'm Britney, Mr. D'Angelo's secretary," the busty girl purred as she continued stroking Mary's nipple with her free hand. "How about 10 PM? I know it's late, but this is really important. We'd be more than willing to pay for the inconvenience. Mr. D'Angelo has an amazing idea. His tech company will be the next big thing in social media. In five years, you'll have forgotten all about Twitter."
Damien smiled and left Britney to work out the details. Britney would put the Realtor at ease. She sounded so innocent, so nonthreatening. You will be useful.
Damien headed downstairs to gather the money and weapons he kept in the house.
Britney Lawson watched her friend slowly become a vampiress.
Britney hummed to her friend as she stroked her naked body. First, a heart began beating beneath those lovely breasts and color returned to Mary's face. Her nipples hardened beneath Britney's touch. Then those breasts rose and fell as Mary breathed again.
"You're getting closer and closer to waking up," purred Britney. "How wonderful."
Britney felt absolutely no guilt that she brought her best friend here to die. The fact that Mary would now be a vampiress in service to her Master was wonderful, but Britney would have been equally happy burying her friend's corpse after her Master finished consuming Mary's blood.
I have really changed, Britney marveled as she watched the flesh knit itself where Master's teeth had ripped out Mary's carotid artery and feasted on her blood. It's so wonderful to be free of guilt. All I have to do is serve Master's every whim and I'll be happy.
"And you get to serve him, too," purred Britney.
She stroked Mary's face. Britney turned her friend's face to the side, Mary's lips just an inch from Britney's nipple. Her breasts were already full of her milk. As a familiar, she didn't just restore her blood faster than a human, but she always felt full of breast milk. She pressed her nipple into Mary's lips.
"I hope you sink your teeth into me right away," Britney cooed. "Then you can drink my breast milk and blood all at the same time. I just know you'll love it."
Mary's mouth grew wet. Instinctively, she suckled on the nipple as she stirred, her body moving. She dreamed now. Britney stroked her friend's pure-black hair, then let her hand trail down to pinch and pull on Mary's nipples, playing with her piercings.
"It's time to wake up and feed."
Mary's eyes opened. A hot shudder rippled through Britney as Mary's fangs bit.
"Yes," Britney gasped. Four fangs pierced her areola. Her blood flowed as the intoxicating drug of a vampire's saliva entered Britney's bloodstream. She shuddered as Mary suckled, drinking blood and breast milk together. "That's it. You need your strength, Mary."
The new vampiress suckled harder, her cheeks hallowing as she nursed noisily. Britney was in heaven. She gasped and shuddered, her blood and milk flowing out of her. The pleasure rushed down to her pussy.
She parted her legs and humped her hot flesh into Mary's side. "Yes, yes, feed. Nurse. Oh, such a good vampiress. You need to be strong to help master out."
Mary wrapped her arms around Britney's body. The vampiress turned on her side, her wet pussy rubbing on Britney's thigh. The pair humped each other, sliding their hot flesh up and down each other's sleek thighs. Pleasure rippled through Britney's body, from her nipple down to her pussy.
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