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“You’re a witch.” My hookup’s morning wood pressed against my ass as he kissed the back of my neck.
True statement, but this guy—Brian, Bill, Brock?—had no idea what that meant. He was clueless, and not just about the creatures that roamed the night hunting humans. But then, I didn’t pick him up for his brains.
I rolled over and shoved him back against the mattress as I straddled him. “Condom.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He grabbed one from the pile on the nightstand and quickly wrapped up.
I’d definitely chosen this guy for his d**k.
I lowered myself onto his c**k. Girthy, but not terribly so. Perfect for a half-drunk, post-kill screw, and not bad for a quick morning f**k.
I rode him until I came, my c**t hitting just right with each roll of my hips.
My orgasm triggered his, and he groaned,
