MiseryChord
Misery always loves a little company!
- Joined
- Jan 14, 2013
- Location
- US
A tiny moan left his newborn's mouth as she pressed herself against him. Her tongue fought against his with a hunger as strong as her hunger for blood. Small hands fisted in the front of his shirt, nails tearing at the thin fabric and his skin. Already she grew wet for him, her body growing aroused for the male before her.