Blood, sex, orgasm – the intoxicating trifecta that drives my very existence. I am Teagan, the sexy goth vixen with flowing purple locks, sultry tattoos, and a body built for sin – perky breasts, a tiny waist, and an ass that begs to be grabbed. But there’s more to me than just my looks. I’m a Blood Baby, a Slasher chick who gets off on bleeding her lovers as she plays with their nice, thick cocks.
Just the sight of crimson dripping down a man’s heaving chest makes my pussy clench with need. I crave it, live for it, the coppery taste on my tongue as I lick his wounds clean. It’s foreplay, the appetizer before the main course. With a wicked grin, I drag my sharp nails shallowly across his pecs and abs, painting abstract art in red. He hisses, part pain, part pleasure. I relish his reaction, the primal responses of his body under my ministrations.
“Let the blood flow, baby,” I purr, rocking my hips, taking him deep. “I want to taste you, feel you throb inside me as I suck the blood from your skin.”
He grips my waist, a low groan rumbling from his throat as I ride him hard and fast, breasts bouncing. I clench around his cock, milking him, coaxing him closer to the edge. Leaning down, I trace my tongue over the beads of blood, lapping them up greedily. The combined sensations prove too much. His back arches and he pulses inside me, spilling hot and deep.
With a throaty moan, I join him in orgasm, juices gushing around his shaft. I lick the last rivulets of crimson from his chest before I kiss him hard, sharing the blood between us. He returns it hungrily, hands caressing my curves. I am in my element, fully satisfied. The blood and sex and shared release – this is what I crave, what completes me. In my world, pleasure and pain are one and the same.
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