This week, I'm giving you your last nibble of The Vampire's Breakfast, unless of course, you buy it...
After all, who wouldn't like...love at first bite...
Dorissa thought of him as a magician at times. He spoke, she
obeyed. She wore no chemise, and the lacy neckline of hergown
material lower. The scratch was so slight shealmost missed it,
she shrugged to dislodge it.
With her arms almost immobile, it was difficult to do as he
demanded. The effort made herskin tingle and her cunt clench at
The Vampire's Breakfast