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ot from these seductive, passionate
kisses. There was something incredibly seductive about the prospects
of making love to the likes of Dracula, not knowing if he was good or
evil.
As his black painted lips continued to cover mine, I felt his hand
begin to circle my breast, first one then the other. Then he carefully
removed my pasties which barely covered my nipples. Soon his lips are
on my neck. My body shakes with an uncontrollable chill. Dracula
exists only in fiction, or does he?
His tongue followed my cleavage. He began to stroke the outer contours
of my breasts, gently lapping at my nipples, making them rock hard in
his mouth. With one hand circling my breast, the other made its way to
my slender waistline. I felt the juices of my pussy begin to flow more
intensely, knowing that his strong hands would soon be exploring me.
In one motion, Dracula picked me up and rested me perpendicular on the
bed. He massaged my legs while, at the same time, pushed the curtain
of my grass skirt to each side. My pussy is now completely bare.
I try to tell
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