Chapter 30

Her many veins loosened the belt clasp, allowing her to draw it all down, leather belt, trousers, and underpants until his shaft twitched against the softly grinding body of the woman, even softer than the already deliciously smooth hide that covered her top and sides.

Then her hands entrapped his rod, root to tip, swelling glans exceedingly sensitive to touch. He was embarrassed, he hadn't bathed in days, and he was filthy down below. Even if she was, her hands began to pump him slowly. "Ready much? … wonderful too, I could finish it here, you know," she mumbled softly, raising her head to relieve his suffering neck from her passionate attack, only to re-enter his ear with her honeyed words. The phrases were too immersed in her seductive appeal to be dangerous. "I'll rub you, taste you, little vampire, until you shoot your beautiful seed all over my tummy and you could taste my blood, fair enough?"

He nodded.

She stroked his shaft with the curled tip of her hand,