She blinked to try to get her eyes to focus, to take in the perfection standing in front of her. He was big all over, his cock jutting up to his abdomen, the heavy sac swinging underneath covered in a dusting of blond hair that she was just itching to explore. He didn’t give her the chance to, however. He pulled her up, lifting her effortlessly, and she locked her ankles behind his butt, as he slid her down on his cock with infinite slowness. Anna clung to his shoulders, taking him inch by slow inch, until she thought she was going to burst. He kissed her, murmuring endearments into her neck, until finally, she was impaled. He held himself perfectly still to give her time to adjust, and then he moved. Locked together as they were he walked across the living area. Every careful step lodged him deeper still, and Anna rubbed herself against him in shameless abandonment. By the time he had her pinned against the window, she was hovering on the brink of release. The glass was cool on her exposed skin, and he used his fangs to slice through the thin strip of fabric holding up her dress.
