You are in my bedroom, bathed in candle light, lying on my antique bed. Your arms are above your head and tied at your wrists to the rod iron bed frame with black silk rope. You have nothing on, only a black silk sheet at your hips. I stand at the end of the bed with black silk bathrobe. My hair is curled and cascading down my tattooed back. I am wearing dark eye shadow and dark red lipstick. I untied the bathrobe and let it fall off my body. I am nude except for the black lacy garter on my left thigh along with my black knee high heeled boots.
I jump up on the bed on my knees and began to crawl up your body. Arriving at your strong chest, I rest my bare body on your pectoralis muscles with one leg resting on your shoulders. Looking down at you, I smile and tilt my head to the left. This is my silent way of asking you "would you like to eat me out?" You smile back at me, the tips of your fangs poking from your lips. Nodding your head, you rise your chest up as to make me slide onto your mouth. I position myself above your face, putting all of my weight on my knees. With my hands grasping on the iron rods of the headboard, I lower my body to your face. The moment that my pussy is in reach, you began to lick the lips and my clit with your tongue. I hold myself rigid above you as your tongue runs across my clit slowly. I purr at the attention that you are giving me, but you want to hear my screams. With a growl, you began to circle your tongue around my clit in a fury. You grasp my clit within your lips and start to pull and growl at it.
I moan in volumes while rocking my body against your mouth. You move your mouth to opening of my pussy. Twisting your tongue, you enter the inside of my body and continue your attack. Your tongue moves in and out of my pussy with astonishing speed. You do not slow down for anything, not even when my yelps echo off the walls of the bedroom. Unable to hold back any longer, I throw my head down and scream your birth name as I orgasm all over your face. My body shakes uncontrollability for a few seconds, and then I am able to move from your face. The candle light shines off from my juices across your cheeks and chin. I lap up my juices from your face; I smile when I get the last bit that rolled down your chin. I kiss you hard on the lips. You open your mouth to accept my tongue and the rest of my juices. Our tongues play with each other, twisting and turning; our fangs scraping against them to taste the other's blood and essence. I release my lips from yours, our mixed blood trails with my mouth.