Yes, in a fit of utter insanity (and a burning-- possibly Freudian--
need to prove mine the greatest storytelling depravity and the
biggest thesaurus around! :-), I present to you:
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BWSS: Dancing on the Head of a...um...well....
(A Vampiric orgy...)
by Dianne l'Anonymous <g>
Moaning meaningfully in a monotonous monotone, Tracy sprawled
face-first upon the slithery satin sheets while Nick probingly pushed
his prominently pulsating pinnacle within her rippling red recesses.
With a salacious sigh, Vachon briskly eased his bursting, blunt,
bulging tower of Babel into her rosy blossom of Sodom, his
frothing lips never leaving her daintily drooping dugs.
As LaCroix offered his jauntily jutting javelin to her lustily
lapping lips, simultaneously penetrating her protuberant pudenda
with his lingual spire, Reese eagerly attacked her remaining
opalescent organal opening with a proud and persistent prick. Tracy
gasped greatly with gleeful gratitude as Screed's snaky, sizeable
shlong easily entered her effervescent tubular channel.
With a celestial chorus of continuously chiming cries, the
coterie came. Clashing clamorously, four sets of frustrated fangs
finally found fulfillment in the fleshy firmness of her tremulously
throbbing throat.
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(No, _don't_ ask me...they must be using her nostrils or
something... *I*, frankly, don't want to think about it...)
Dianne <wg>
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