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The tropical mixture inside of
Victoria became a little more gooey as the internal convulsions continued.
Victoria was still arched over backwards, crying. My arms spasmodically
pounded the carpet, and my hips pumped; I could not control either of them.
Time distorted...
My wife finally leaned forward, collapsing on top of me. It seemed that
several hours had passed since our last orgasms began. Fortunately, there
was no clock around to ground our fantastic experience in reality. Victoria
sat up on top of me. "Welcome to your ancestral home, Count Dracula," she
said, looking tenderly at me. "I am your Countess for now, and all
eternity."
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VICTORIA, OR HOW I LEARNED TO LOVE NIGHT MUSIC
Chapter 8: Revenge Is Sweet...
The weekend arrived. Sex with Victoria had erased any questions from my
mind, and we spent a very nice Friday evening. For an entire evening, we
were a mortal
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