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The Black Lion
The Black Lion
Her fingers trailing up and down the other vampire’s body, with her kisses and sighs audible, the scent of her creaming pussy drove Fonteyn wild. He unzipped his black suit pants, pulled out his cock, and pumped it to the same rhythm as Sascha’s fingers in Melissa’s pussy.
Fonteyn imagined she touched his body. He imagined her tongue in his mouth. He imagined his lips on her nipples. He sucked in the air scented with roses, and Melissa’s desire.
He could hear every murmur, every word, every sound of sex, and slippery cream, and urgent fucking. He pumped his cock, the sensation tightening his balls, his stomach, the orgasm about to overcome him, he slowed, stroked, as he saw Sascha lift Melissa and fuck her.
Fonteyn heard her come and he clawed at his cock, sheathed it in his hand pounding as if he was in her pussy. He nearly shouted as his orgasm burst through him. His knees buckled and he sank to the floor of the balcony.
He breathed in the scent of Melissa’s clenching pussy, filtering out the sound of Sascha’s groans he filled in his own sounds. He whispered, “Melissa.” He stared through the bars of the decorative balcony barrier and thought about sucking Melissa’s clit, sucking the lips of her pussy, biting her neck, tasting her blood. His cock wouldn’t shrink. It throbbed and pulsed as he heard Sascha and Melissa whisper sex words, and saw they hadn’t finished fucking.
Sascha brought Melissa to straddle him as he lay in the lush grass of the adjacent lawn.
Fonteyn grasped his cock as he saw Melissa sliding up and down Sascha’s cock, up and down, and then rocking, sliding. Fonteyn groaned. His rival’s whisper horrified him.
“Fuck me, Melissa, fuck me…”
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