I wanted to be in best possible condition when I knock on his door. So I was careful choosing the perfume and even my lingeries. I was wearing a littl...e tight black blouse with a white chiffon saree. I was wearing thin designer lingeries as my husband prefer those most.Unfortunately, the bus station was packed. It’s mid-February and a lot of people was going to Cox’s Bazar as it was Thursday. I couldn’t manage a ticket after running to multiple bus counters. Finally, on my fourth attempt, I got. "I want to make love to you honey. I want you to carry my baby," shesaid. "Think about it, after a wonderful night of making love, a millionof my sperm wiggling inside you, finding an egg, and then your body, yourhips and ass would get so round and curvy just like Jim's. You couldfinally have your breasts the way you've always wanted them. You couldfinally be my wife, for real."I quivered and sighed thinking about my wife ejaculating in my vagina,about finally having real breasts. I gently. I pull my lips away from his. "I'm gonna cum baby," I say. He slams into me harder as I climax and my juices flow over his cock. But he doesn't stop. His thrusting doesn't skip a beat. I press my lips back to his. Running my hands up and down his spine."I'm close babe." Come inside me." I figure that sounds sexy even though he has a condom on so it doesn't matter.With one more thrust I feel his dick twitch. His face contorts as he cums inside my pussy.He stays inside me for a couple of seconds. They were succubi — daemonic sexual vampires — it's what they did.There were far worse ways to die than expiring in one final, mind-shattering, erotic explosion, but Phil was only eighteen. A good death was still a death nonetheless and Phil would rather that end was put off by ... ooh ... say ninety years or so. So this was why, when he heard the chanting, his ears immediately pricked up.Phil got off the bed and rushed to the window. The sounds were faint, but they were definitely coming from.