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"Orgy of Vampyric Lust"

Waiting for to arrive, the package, special
delivery; seemed like an fucking eternity

The runner couldn't have from the deserts
oasis, where the alchemist, his tasty blend
of chemicals selectively hand-picked for an
effect so capable of mental-transportation
unto outer-dimensions any sooner returned;
as within our guts we so ravenously desired
to taste the crystalline substance so sublime

Myself, with delectable nymphs 3, did though
entertain the time fucking, that with every hour
passing, only grew insatiably stronger through
the intense sensual-exploration that's derived
from being 3 days sleep-deprived; becoming
now the victims to X uninhibited, and unto all
things perversely base, wholly given

Laying flat on my back, incapable of voluntary
movement, I was the prey unto these heathens
schemes of sexual-debauchery  

One rolled me on my side and then spreading my
cheeks, licked my ass and chode: at first thought
I was nervous; but, that quickly subsided, as my
cock engorged, became ithyphallic with excitement
and growing tall, was quickly by another grabbed
and slowly stroked, whilst she fondled my balls

Now rolling from the ecstasy and being pleasured
by these kittens expertly, I beginning to moan, and
to instinctively thrust, had my sounds muted by an
succulent chunt that sat on my face and like an egg
sunny-side-up, used my tongue to sop every bit of
her juices, which profusely-flowing, never stopped,
because sucking on her clit, she cumming, never at
became dry

The room, filled with the aroma of sex, became to us
an aphrodisiac that created an increasingly intense
bestial atmosphere, whereby uncontrollable impulses,
were with absolute compliance, given-into with utter
abandonment

When, at long-last the runner made it back, we were
all heaving and sweating from the physical-exertion,
that within seven hours of time, we'd succumbed to

Like vampyres having gluttonously fed; we, in an pile
of beautifully lust-filled bodies full of erogenous-zones
that to not ever be neglected, were intertwined, in our
cannibalistic bed of flesh    
   
     
Written by hungrypan74 (Dantalyon)
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