Gemini said
"You're up, vampire," Oliver grinned, his hands still gripping Amy's hips. "Let's see if you can handle what's left."
"Handle it?" Isolde scoffed, her crimson eyes glowing in the dim light. "I'm going to drain you until you're a husk."
Oliver lifted the panting, twitching Amy off his lap. Her legs were shaking so bad she couldn't stand; she collapsed onto the velvet cushions next to him, her shaved, cream-filled pussy leaking his seed onto the expensive upholstery.
Isolde didn't wait for an invitation.
She climbed over him, straddling his waist. Her skin was cool to the touch, a stark contrast to Amy's feverish heat. She looked down at his cock—still rock hard, glistening with Amy's fluids and Ariana's saliva.
"Filthy," Isolde whispered, tracing the veins with a sharp fingernail. "It smells like Saintess and virgin."
"Does that bother you?" Oliver asked.
"It makes me hungry."
Isolde grabbed his shoulders and sank down.
SHLUCK.
