E - Haunted Eternal - His Death
Still, warm and limp, his body waited. His hands held our embrace as I eased him downward. His cock was soft and the wound I created was dripping. My mouth covered the open flesh and I drank deep swallowing the hot fluid again and again. I felt his sex rub against my face and I backed from my drink with a growling. I gritted together my bloody red teeth and rubbed my palm over his softened cock. I wanted to know him hard again. I wanted to feel him fuck me. I wanted to see him vital and living, living a life that he had not been privy to until now. I wanted to make sure of that.










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