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I never imagined my life would take such a drastic turn when that mysterious, brooding stranger bit my neck under the moonlit alleyway. As his fangs pierced my skin, an extraordinary sensation coursed through my veins, awakening a primal desire I had never known existed. That was the night I became a cum vampire.
From that fateful night forward, I was consumed by an insatiable hunger, not for the crimson elixir of the undead, but for something far more… human. Sometimes I wondered if the biting was more than just a feeding, if it was an erotic gift from beyond the grave, a curse and a blessing all in one.
Cum Vampire
As the first glimmers of dawn broke, I found myself desperately seeking the warm, pulsing heat of male flesh. My mind raced with thoughts of throbbing cocks, the musky scent of arousal, the taste of pre-cum on my tongue. I craved it all, and would stop at nothing to satisfy my newfound fetish.
I’d jack off strangers in public restrooms, fellate men in darkened back alleys, and even sneak into the showers after workouts at the gym. The more unusual or taboo the location, the more my vampire cock-sucking instincts would ignite. My thirst for jizz knew no bounds, and I reveled in the depravity of it all.
Some called me a slut, a freak, a cum vampiress. But I didn’t care. Not when the pleasure was so intense, so all-consuming. And deep down, I knew it was the stranger’s bite that had awakened this dirty, delicious part of me. So here’s to eternal lust, to nocturnal orgies in the shadows, and to the unholy union of vampire and cum, a match made in sexual hell.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248