My Bloody Valentine: Blood, Sex, and Violence

My bloody valentine, now and forever

My bloody valentine had no idea what was coming. As I stepped out into the crisp Valentine’s Day evening, I couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement coursing through my veins.  I’m a sexy vampire with a hunger for blood and sex that can never be satiated. Tonight, I was on the prowl for the perfect victim to make my “bloody valentine”.

I slipped on my favorite red dress, one that hugged my curves in all the right places and showcased my ample cleavage. The velvet fabric felt luxurious against my skin, and the way it caught the light made me look like a true creature of the night. My long, dark hair cascaded down my back like a waterfall of darkness, framing my pale face and full lips. My eyes gleamed with an otherworldly intensity, shining like two bright rubies in the dim light.

As I made my way through the crowded streets, I could feel the eyes of mortal men upon me. They couldn’t help but be drawn to my sexy vampire look, one that exuded confidence and danger in equal measure. My black leather boots clicked on the pavement, drawing attention to my long legs and toned physique. I was a vision of loveliness, a true “my bloody valentine” – and I knew it.

My bloody valentine to suck and fuck!

I spotted him across the room, a handsome young man with piercing blue eyes and chiseled features. He was sipping on a drink at the bar, oblivious to the danger lurking just out of sight. I made my move, gliding across the floor with ease as I homed in on my target, my bloody valentine.

As I reached his side, he turned to me with a smile – and that’s when I struck. My fangs bared, I sank them deep into his neck, feeling his warm blood flow into me like liquid life. He tried to struggle at first, but soon he was under my spell, helpless to resist as I drank from him.

But as much as I craved his blood, I also wanted something more – his body. And so, as we stumbled back to his apartment together, our lips locked in a passionate kiss. We fell onto his bed, our limbs entwined as we writhed together in ecstasy.

My sexy bloody Valentine.

Finally, I was making love to him as if nothing else mattered – all that existed was our two bodies, lost in pleasure. His hands roamed over me, touching every inch of my skin, sending shivers down my spine. And when he finally entered me, it was like an explosion went off inside us both. His hot cock pounded my aching wet pussy over and over until he filled me with his seed.

In those moments, he became mine completely – body soul everything belonged to me now.

Suddenly, the smell of a longing lady piqued my interest. It was then I heard his door knob jiggle… that’s when I noticed the ring on his finger and the panties on the floor. Was it a super bowl suck slut? His wife?

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