“Gloria,” I smiled, “it’s been too long.” “Indeed, it has,” Gloria said, flashing a smile that gleamed white in the darkness, displaying a set of sharp fangs, “and you brought me dinner, how kind.” “Unfortunately, no.” I said, patting Brandon’s arm comfortingly before he pissed himself. “Keeping this one for yourself, hmm?” Gloria replied, her red eyes searching me, “You certainly look well-fed.” “He’s delicious,” I smirked, “but he’s not mine.” “No, I see that now.” Gloria said, her gaze gleaming hungrily in the dark, studying Hardcore the terrified god on my shoulder, “So, he’s not your dinner, and he’s not mine, and you brought him all the way from…” sniffing sounds wafted from the darkness as the vampire took Brandon into her nostrils, “wheat, barley, cow shit… Towerhead? You still live in that shithole?” “Hey!” Brandon exclaimed, “That’s my home you’re talking about!” “And it’s a shithole,” Gloria responded, couple her red eyes narrowing, causing Brandon to shrink back, “but Tera’s never wasted my time before, so she must have a good reason for bringing a hillbilly to my doorstep. Come in, both of you.” I dragged Brandon with me through the threshold, and the door promptly slammed behind us, the clang of the metal latch punctuating the sudden sound. Gloria was as stunning as she’d always been. She had the most pronounced cheekbones I’d ever seen, and they structured a face of exotic, gothic beauty. Full, blood-red lips matched the hue of her almond-shaped eyes, and contrasted the unnatural paleness of her youthful complexion. Her dark eyebrows seemed to constantly bow inwardly, giving her portrait a oral slightly-menacing expression. Jet-black hair tumbled from her crown in luxuriant curls, and rested upon her narrow shoulders, framing a pale bosom that was barely contained in her corset. The rest of her body bowed in equal gracefulness beneath a tight-fitting skirt, her voluptuous outline matching my own curve-for-curve, with her breasts gaining a slight edge. You would never know that the vampire was three-thousand years old by the youth of her body, but by the aged wisdom in her perpetually-hungry eyes. Her choice in home décor was as pussy interesting as it had always been. A mural was painted on the domed ceiling, depicting a blood-orgy of debauchery and violence, interrupted only by the extravagant chandelier that hung from its apex. The walls were lined with red columns, the floor was covered with plush, red carpeting, and the room was decorated with red, silk drapes, red curtains and red upholstery bound to extravagant chairs. In one of those chairs, sat a very frightened-looking human girl, shakenly drinking wine and staring at the floor. “If I had known you were eating,” I frowned at Gloria, “I would have waited outside.” Brunette “Oh, she’s not my meal,” Gloria replied with a wave of her hand, “she’s an honored guest, like yourself.” “I’m sure,” I replied dryly to Gloria, “the line between guest and prisoner was always a thin one with you.” “Don’t be ridiculous!” Gloria laughed, pouring three glasses of wine, “Alexa is here by her own volition. Before her, the screen went dark for a moment, and then the couple scene opened again with Dmitri readying himself oral Brunette and the two sacrifices helplessly crucified and breathless with anticipation. Even as it tasted the same, the thrill just grew. I was secretly relieved, fearful that the Danes might still be out and about in Khao Lak and pussy I didn’t want to bump into them. Her eyes were just beginning to role up as I shot another load of cum down her throat. “Aunt Carol wait, it’s ok, I’m ready to get out.” I said before she’d left the bathroom. He's got his pecker in his hands." Inquiries through the grapevine provided me with more information for her profile. It is a control devise for bad people and is very painful. I spent my mornings with her for the following two weeks and on a Wednesday about noon she told me to take the sign down. Emily was first to move her hand down to Emma’s waist and then directly in contact with her waiting pussy. It was as if these were passed down from god. Bobby lowered his head to his sister's pussy and licked her, from her ass hole, to the top of her pussy lips. I groaned in embarrassment, my pussy clenching. Aunt Bella detested the weakness Mom projected. I plan on taking care of you once we’re back at your house. His touch coaxed Hardcore out my little clit from its hood. Liam didn't respond, but removed his hands from his dick. Six o'clock came very quickly to Trish; it felt like she just went to bed. And when in Rome, do as the Romans. I want you to come in me.” Could my brother settle down? “I’m sorry, sweetie. He crawled into the bed beside her. “You have to try all of these on right away! “Well that worked out better that I thought it would.” said Neva. I just, um, give me a minute. So I let it pass for a while, and then it seemed to be taking too long as now it’s over twenty minutes. I left the steak on an open dish, planning to rub in some salt and pepper before cooking it later on. And don’t spit it out.” He said as his tips now wrapped by Elastigirl’s married lips.