SR: Billie Eilish - bellyache
forty-two
Eryn. 1871.
Coyotes called out into the night, breaking me out of my focus. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. I went back to languidly sucking the blood out of the woman's thigh. Grabbing her hips, I yanked her closer.
She moaned, gripping my short hair, pressing me into her sopping p***y. I grinned against her throbbing c**t, my tongue sweeping out and sucking her c**t into my mouth.
"Oh f**k!" Sherri moaned, wrapping her legs around my head, keeping me in place as she grated her p***y against my tongue.
As I pumped my finger in and out of her v****a, a knock on the door threw me off of my rhythm. I growled, turning my head to look at who walked in. A thrall of mine was in the doorway, hungrily wanting a bite from me. She scratched
