Bridgette had lost all control and her deep seated carnal instincts were surfacing like bubbles in a fizzy drink.It felt like someone had shoved a oak... tree up here love tunnel when he slammed it in and she felt every dimple, pulse, throbbing vein, coarse hair, hardened ridge on the bulbous head and sweltering hot milometer as his dick rammed deep into virgin territory of her pussy hole. It was huge at least a good beer can in circumference with a head the size of a cricket ball. The ridge on. I was really looking forward..." I'm sorry," said Charlie hurriedly, "let me make it up to you."He scurried out from under his wife and waited until shifted herselfon the couch before taking his place between her legs. He could smellher vagina, a combination of flowery soap and musk, as he got close.He reached out with his tongue and gently ran it up her slit, thankfulthat his wife kept herself cleanly shaven so that he didn't need toworry about gagging on unwanted pubic hairs. His tongue. The sting of penetration surprised me but then it turned into a rare breed of pleasure as she began to drink. As I exploded inside her, I remember falling unconscious, my body drained dry by her unquenchable thirst. I suppose she got just a little too careless, it’s known to happen if a vampire hasn’t fed regularly. I slept there for days, not waking until the third day’s sun began to set, too find that the beautiful blond had gone. It was once customary for the sire of a vampire to stay by the. Strangely, there were a lot of tourists still roaming the street markets and shops and I realized that the off-season was becoming the in-season.The little restaurant near the hotel was a lot more crowded than expected for this time of year and there was a group of English-speaking tourists and expatriates testing their wine consumption skills behind me that tried to out-shout each other just to be heard. The waiters and the cashier seemed sardonically disinterested in their childish behavior.