'It's as Mingzhi said… he looks like he lost control and might even want to suck on my blood…'
Schleya's crimson pupils quivered as she looked into Davis's sapphire eyes.
She felt frail and secure within his embrace, but also hollow underneath. Her insides throbbed, wanting his cock to ravage her, yet she lay down with her mouth closed, rosy hue coloring her pale skin and cheeks.
Shirley's startled gasp by the side barely registered in their minds. One of his hands already cupped the nape of Schleya's neck, the other shoved the gold-chain belt aside so he could grind the hard length of himself against the soaked slit of the gown.
Schleya's crimson pupils opened wide. The vampire costume that had been a joke a while ago and made her extremely embarrassed amongst other sisters now felt like a snare that trapped the prey over her. The deep plunge of black lace had ridden up; one inner curve of her breast was fully bared, the nipple already stiff from the sudden heat of his palm.
