I wanted her bl**d. But not in a way I had ever wanted another’s bl**d before. Feeding to me previously had been the same as any other mundane life ...task. You did it because you needed to do it. With Grace, the desire to feed was lessened, but not the desire to have her. I thought of her on that white silken bed, disrobed with her rosy swollen nipples. Just that image called to me. I wanted my fangs to sink into her creamy skin. Not once, but everywhere she would allow me to. I would satisfy. “I’m almost done mate, sit your ass down and stop fucking knocking! Sophie! .”The pace of the grunting inside the room increases even further, and I feel helpless. The broken sobs of “Please! Please!” shatter my heart, and I stumble back to the sofa, where the naked Sophie Turner helps me sit down and cradles my head into her massive breasts as I start to cry like a pathetic baby.“He’s wanted this a long time, Reuben. You shouldn’t have given her to him. She's my best friend and I’ve tried to. Paul had a difficult time not noticing Stephanie’s breasts and their hardening nipples. He imagined what they would look like, imagined what they would feel like. Would they get as hard with his caress or would it take some nibbling and sucking to make them so erect? He tried to put those thoughts out of his mind with little luck. They both ordered similar drinks heavily laden with caffeine and sugar and headed back out to the corner of the patio. It didn’t take long for Stephanie’s breasts to. So Harry pulled me forward and asked me to unzip his pants. I did and pulled out his rock hard cock, kissed it and guided it in my juicy wet pussy. He started with slow thrusts but picked up speed when the gals joined in with the guys in saying “fuck her, fuck her”. By now I was lost in pleasure and wanting to show these upper class women a thing or two, I pulled Harry out of me, pushed him back so I could stand up and made him sit down on the love seat. Then turning to the crowd I straddled.