boiled down to one thing - if the traces of the living and the steps of the undead had ever been crossed, then only the trace of the undead went on. With a quick movement, she tied one of my hands, and then the other. Then she tore off my shirt and pulled off my pants.

"But you of this wanted to, "she said," why is your passion so quickly gone? "

Following her gaze, I saw that my cock, which even a minute ago was ready to pierce its bowels, became small, as if trying to hide from the horror that gripped me.

“Don't you want to get a bit of pleasure before dying?” She asked.

“Why?” I asked weakly.

“What difference does it have?” She answered with a question to the question “Maybe she killed someone else when she did this before. Maybe here, in this basement, someone lost her virginity, and then she was found in the other side of the city, drugged, and her relatives crave blood. Or maybe you just got unlucky, Carl Dirre. Choose any option »

With these words, she mounted me on horseback. Cool skin contrasted sharply with my hot body. If it were not for the circumstances, I would be in seventh heaven with happiness. But now terrified me. Which, it seems, was full of my guest.

“So young and the reaction is like that of an old man. Many would give everything, just to be in your place. Well, never mind, I know that I can help. ”With these words, she stood up and sank into my face with her slit.

Cool, but wetted lips rubbed over my chin and stopped at the level of my mouth. I gritted my teeth, not wanting to give her more pleasure from my humiliation. But she, apparently, had experience of this. She deftly squeezed my nose, asking: “I can not breathe. And you?"

After a short time, I had to open my mouth to inhale and she, taking advantage of this, pressed my crotch even closer. Looking down on me, she pulled her hand back and, feeling for her fallen member, began to massage him.

"It depends on your behavior as you die, "she said, without interrupting her occupation," Ligi, you don't have much time. "

Having never done anything like this before, I plunged my tongue into its cool, wet depth. Her juice watered my mouth, leaving a wonderful aftertaste. Having entered into excitement, I did my best to investigate the language of her womb, trying not to leave aside a single point. My dick even began to harden, before I realized that this is perhaps his last "going on stage." Which is worthless to carry out hiding.

“You are not in a hurry” came to me her voice “probably you need a stimulant. Do you want the one you tried to drunk me with? Your happiness that I do not need water. He is almost the same as he was ... "

I did not have time to understand what she meant when I felt her tense up a bit and a strong jet struck my mouth, coming straight from her depths. Awareness of what was happening hit me like a spur, I was thrown up, trying to break free, but her power, bestowed by a dark curse, was far beyond mine. In order not to choke, I began to swallow convulsively. The mouth was filled with the tart taste of a spiced wine, which was almost as original. It was “almost” crazy, but a member who had risen with a stake clearly showed that this was exactly what was needed. And I understood that the matter was not herbs in wine. The very fact of her superiority made me react in this way. The stream finally dried up, and she stood up, giving me the opportunity to cough and take a breath of air.

“Now you are ready,” she said with a grin, squeezing my dick at the base. Moving and rising above him, she easily sank, plunging him into herself. A member burning with internal fire, and the cold moisture of her vagina were an unforgettable combination that made me cum at the same second, throwing tight jets of sperm. But the member did not think to fall.

“What a hurry,” she said, “you don’t care about the girl at all.”

When she finished speaking, she raised herself up and sank down again, like a rider on a horse. Then again and again, gradually increasing the pace. Her cave walls slid over my rebellious flesh, making me groans of almost painful pleasure. I strained my arms with all my strength, trying to break free from the bonds. But not then to run or upholstered. My body and my thoughts were filled with all-consuming pleasure, which swept through me in waves with each of its movements. I wanted to touch her breasts, hug her, helping her in her dance of passion.

“What, do you want to give free rein to your hands?” She asked, certainly noticing my desire “would not work. Did not deserve"

“Please!” I croaked, “let me touch you!”

She smiled, and with a wave of her hand, untied one of my hands. The second remained attached, but it was only for the better. This feeling of constraint added spice to, and without, the exotic dish that we ate from each other's bodies. I stretched out my hand, touching her chest, with a pleasingly sticking, tense nipple. In response, she accelerated movement and quickly pushed her ass, with a low moan, finished.

She leaned toward me, pleasantly tickling her face with the tips of her hair “ready for the final?” She asked. Glancing at her gray eyes, burning with inner fire, I nodded. Who cares what I say. All the same, I can not escape, alive from this trap.

She resumed movement, causing me a new spasm of pleasure. I felt my second hand free, and taking advantage of it, I put my hands on her hips, helping me to rise and sit down on me. Her face approached my neck and ran through my body a discharge from the tongue that touched the pulsing wreath on her. A second later, I felt a sharp pain, which was immediately replaced by a sharp pleasure, competing even with the one I felt below. Sounds, images, sensations - everything became deeper and clearer. The whole world has narrowed down to us dancing this dance of passion and death. Back thinking, I realized that my orgasm, which some call "little death," here is likely to coincide with a big death. Almost physically, I felt like particles of life flow from my body. The rate of our unity was taken to the limit. First, having issued a long moan, she shook at the peak of pleasure, and a second later, breaking through the web of confused thoughts and fading feelings, I covered the orgasm. The feeling was so strong that it seemed to me that I myself, with lightning, walked through our bodies, fusing them together. Exhausted consciousness then lost touch with reality, then regained it. In exhaustion, I lowered my head. A breath came out of my chest, and I clearly felt that I could no longer inhale. The surrounding me was hidden in the rapidly gathering twilight, which could not disperse the burning candles.

"End" I thought.

Something touched my mouth “You have a choice. Everything can end now, or you can extend your existence, already in a new form. Although I do not think it will be for long. ” I felt a strong taste of iron on the lips. Blood. Her blood. Her, sitting on my already beginning to cool body. And offering me to embark on her path. I did not doubt my action. All the forces that still remained in the body were only enough to disengage the cramped jaws. Consciousness was rapidly extinguished, the body seemed to be cast from lead, and the heart, beating for the last time, subsided. The last couple of seconds that I remembered were filled with a strange pacification. There was no longer a need for the body, for breathing and the heartbeat. Only the mind remained, which soon fell into the darkness of oblivion. The only thing that bothered me was the suspense. Will I wake up or stay lying here ...

Future will tell.