Vampiric Party
Sally tugged the door closed. It smelt like young hormonal fratboy, like old sex and sweat, but she didn’t care. The guy she’d tugged off the dance floor was stripping off clothes, a Tarzan costume that consisted of nothing more than a loin cloth and jockstrap underneath it.
His muscles were amazing, and she knew he was on the lacrosse team. Sally licked her lips, bare feet squishing into the pile carpe
Vampire Party
By: LucifersChef
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