“Well,” I grinned at Patricia, “she’s broken.” “Oh, Prestira.” Yavara sniffled, a single euphoric tear running down her cheek, “Drugs are bad. They are so… so… bad…” She smiled hopefully up at me, “Will you do drugs with me?” “Well, this is a nice change of pace.” I grinned down, “Now I’m the one corrupting you. ” “You can corrupt me all night long. Just let me live under your skin.” Yavara pressed gently against me, like she only wanted to brush me without actually touching. I glanced at Patricia, and saw that she’d produced a metal straw from behind her ear, and was packing it with powder. I extended my hand to take it from her, but she shook her head with a mischievous grin. I raised an eyebrow, reached behind myself, and spread. She ducked behind me, and I felt cold metal slide gently into my anus. Then she blew. I didn’t remember much after that. Just flashes of red lips opened to reveal shining fangs, crimson eyes and with slit pupils dilated to fill the iris, and alabaster flesh pressing all around me, inside me. The last thing village I remember, was Yavara’s face, glazed over and smiling mindlessly at me. “I’m putting my lair right next to your chambers, Prestira.” Titus smiled as he guided to the door. All around us, the vampires lounged in piles of pale flesh. “Oh,” I smirked, “and what makes you think I want you anywhere near me?” “It’s not up to you, young lady,” punjabi Titus said with a firm slap on my ass, “Your daddy needs to keep an eye on you.” indian “Until next time, Titus.” I said with a promising smile. Yavara and I put on our robes and transformed to our original bodies before exiting the V.I.P. section. I was immediately hit with a wave exhaustion, my legs almost buckling as I returned to my weaker form. Our mortal bodies couple are so fucking sad. Yavara thought to me as outdoor we stumbled out of the club and into the daylight. At least we can stand in the sun. God, how long have we been in there? Yavara thought as she noticed the sun’s angle. We walked in there yesterday afternoon, it’s already mid-morning. Time flies when you’re having fun. A young boy ran down the street and stopped just in front of us. “Are you Prestira Rasloraca?” The boy asked. “No child, I am a servant of god, you must be mistaking me for someone else.” I responded. “King Dreus sent collage me to find you and Queen Yavara. He said you would be dressed as priestesses. He has an important message for Queen Yavara.” I could see them peeking through the threadbare white tee I loved to wear to bed. “Tickets please.” The man said. The friction, as she walked, was making her damn horny. “Stupid woman.” I thought, “the kid don’t give a damn that I’m naked, stop poisoning his brain with all those prudish ideas.” Back to tomorrow . . . Dumbledore just sat there and smiled. End note The boy’s eyes brimmed with indian electricity and he nodded and Avan slowly pulled the zipper down and tugged until his full erection bounced before the boy’s face. The Chauffeur (#56) The Recording Studio One of those small docks that you place a cell phone collage or MP3 player in. “How does it work?” My futa-dick throbbed beneath my skirt as I said, “He met me after my interview with Amelia McCreery. Satisfied, Ms Dyers pushed him away, immediately pulling up her panties before his cum could drip punjabi out. You will lose many of your relatives and friends. He unzipped his pants to show her his raging erection. My dick probably stretched another inch at the thought of blowing a load down her throat. Then he bit a nipple and pulled up on it and held it with his teeth. After several more cocktails, I was finished. I’M YOUR SLUT.” Piss gushed from village each of them as he washed outdoor it down the drain. I was sure he was thinking that since they are his age, they would agree with him. Oh, and one more thing. My tongue was happy to go there. I am wearing a pearl necklace and alluring dangling earrings. They ask if anyone checked on her or couple is going to and the girl said they had been to busy with the morning breakfast run.