I do like them, very much. My fingers curl into the obsidian fabric, nails lightly digging into your soft, supple flesh. I loll my head back, letting your lengthy fangs scrape along my prone nape. One of my hands wanders upward, sliding over crimson satin, up over alabaster skin, and back down again, resting upon your barely-concealed breast.
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I do like them, very much. My fingers curl into the obsidian fabric, nails lightly digging into your soft, supple flesh. I loll my head back, letting your lengthy fangs scrape along my prone nape. One of my hands wanders upward, sliding over crimson satin, up over alabaster skin, and back down again, resting upon your barely-concealed breast.