“You have me there,” he replied.
“Nope,” said I, my fingers tickling his satiny hole, “I have you here.”
He groaned and wrapped his legs around me, his cheeks splaying further apart as I quickly whipped my hand up, spit into it, and returned it, all in the blink of an eye as my index finger wiggled its way inside. Then its neighbor joined the fray. Though, of course, three was the charm. And with his muscle-dense legs tightly locking him in place, he used his free hands to deftly work the come up from our hovering balls.
So, to recap, we, a vampire and a werewolf, were floating high above San Francisco in nothing but our socks, the Pacific stretching out majestically before us with nary a cloud or fog bank in sight, my triple digits buried deep inside his stunning ass, with both of us c
