“(2/2) He begs to taste you, even if just for a moment. That sweet cloying scent that no one else seems to notice, curling around his senses and remaining at the front of his mind, he cant seem to focus on anything but you. When you finally let him, he eats you out like a starving man. After your orgasm, he sits up, blood staining his face and dripping down his neck to the collar of his shirt. You ask if he wants to cum and he seems to remember his own arousal, and oh he begs! How sweet. Sorry.”
You’re apologizing to me, the bitch with the biggest blood kink around for that? PLEASE.
WE LOVE THAT HERE!!!!