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One day he caught the attention of an older woman, who was a fatal woman, her name was Doris, she was another vampire in the club, with whom they started talking.

She approached him one night and said.

- When you stop pretending you didn't see me and invite me to drink with you? - She questioned him.

- How about now, I want you with me, babe. - He said.

The woman flashed a white-toothed smile, with full red lips, a black corset, and fishnet stockings.

Doris had long silky white hair, she was a vampire older than him, and she was fatal, but sensual, he was everything that Diana was not, he did not accept being ordered around, so, flirting with the man day after, day, he even liked it, that tension.

They spent their afternoons and evenings together, the man left the woman either at home or when he left and she came home from work, but he never went out with her.

Without thinking twice about Diane, he was attracted to Doris, an extrovert, he started flirting with her, she was the impulsive type of person who does whatever she wants, being with such a person would give her even more reason. higher when it would give a good reason to attend the club.

By inviting Selene to join them one day, I'm in the club inviting Doris, I'm that woman.

They introduced themselves when the two women wanted to be together with them, leaving the interacting, polite and friendly women not suspecting their intentions.

- Come on, my name is Doris... - The woman said.

- I'm Selene. - The other said.

She could go home, and then she would take her husband home without any problems, and she would take care of him.

He doesn't respect women, seeing them as objects, boosting his ego, and his pleasure game.

With his wife confined at home, doing her own thing, he did what he wanted..., go out to have fun and drink, obviously, he didn't know he was being watched, giving free rein to others to take advantage of it, he said.

It doesn't take long for Richard and Doris' relationship to evolve into something more intimate.

It was on their fifth club date, of that last series of drinking dates, that day, when they looked from one to the other then, he asked.

- Can I have sex with you? – He questioned her.

- In my mansion, now. - She said.

So, he took her hand, she took him in her car, driving to her mansion, which was so plush and spacious, with luxurious furniture and exquisite decoration.

As soon as they arrived at that mansion, not even they expected them to put a foot on the doorframe, it was when they pushed a hideous vase that was placed on a small table when she threw herself in his lap, when she kissed him, the vase fell to the floor, the moment they clung, she sucked on him, at the speed at which she was throwing herself at him.

Both were ripping their clothes, he ripped her shirt, when he was sucking on her breasts, he was ripping her panties in the process of taking off, guessing that his rich wife didn't wash or sew her clothes, she pulled with all her blouse, tearing it.

Anyway, when, tearing open her blouse, scattering buttons across the hallway, grabbing her pants, their waistband, pushing and pulling the zipper, thanking God she wouldn't be in sight when they got home, she was anywhere in the office, far from seeing him arrive with pants without a zipper, a blouse without buttons, hickey marks and bites, on his nipples and neck.

, she grabbed him with a kiss on his mouth, between her burning kiss, full of fire and lava, hastily ripping off her clothes, sucking her neck, climbing her blouse, sucking and pinching her breasts, she bit the your neck, licking your throat.

The man flew with the woman in mid-air from the center of the mansion's entrance towards the stairs.

- You're a beast. - She growled amidst a scream for his consecutive thrusts, when he thrust his cock inside her.

- Oh, if I am. - Then he went to fuck, because ripping and snarling, it wasn't sex, then when he was pounding inside her, when his testicles hit her ass, with every thrust, in and out of her, the woman took him. clasped it with his hands, ripping what was left of her blouse down her back, cutting her back.

When he was gripping her hips, sinking his nails, where she ripped with marks that looked more like a panther fucking than a proper woman, she snarled, he snarled, thrusting into her, slamming in and out of her.

Her first orgasm followed by another wasn't in bed, but involved in whirling, air-fucking, when they were thrusting with frantic pounding strokes, in and out, with each thrust of their hips, with rhythmic strokes, back and forth, with thrusts, in which she hugged her hips wrapping her legs around him. - My cat. - She said.

- My panther. He spoke as he plundered their mouths, hitting them with the taste of metal, drawing blood.

At that time, giving thanks to God that she was a vampire, who besides being resistant, would not get pregnant, after all, vampire with vampire does not get pregnant, she made her jump on his penis from top to bottom.

As he thrust in and out of her, with each stroke in and out toward her bedroom, as she moaned and screamed, for him to push her toward the wall, thrusting his cock with all the fulfillment he didn't know how he would return. to your mansion after all the fuck.

They fell breathlessly towards the bed, with strong thrusts when they weren't done yet, thrusting in and out, with the rocking of the bed, with each of their strokes with those moving bodies, between their screams and snarls, until they fell apart. separated, each of them were spread out on the bed.

She was in charge there...

- You can go now. - The woman said.

- Do you have clothes I can borrow? - He asked.

- Next time, bring an extra outfit. - She said.

- Go away like this. - He said.

- The woman in charge. - He said, getting up.

- I'll get a jumpsuit, I'll wait for you in the car. - She said, getting out of there, letting him remove the lint from her body.

As expected, he was taken and left at the entrance, if anyone saw him walking around naked and torn, didn't tell anyone or didn't tell his wife, as he saw she was very far to be seen, then he was gone. running to his room, where he went to shower and thinking about the beast his dick got into.

Now that was an extramarital affair, a reflection of him, he wanted someone similar, Doris is confident and optimistic, she controlled Richard and told him what to do, she was exciting, she did whatever she wanted, she wants to be with someone spontaneous and a Huge sexual desire, who she had an affair with, she liked the idea of being with a younger man, a few hundred years younger.

She chose the time to leave, she wasn't the type of person who admitted to being controlled, and not controlled.