Trapped in his fear, frozen in it. I need a little dominance play, or I don't play. I was about to take a shoulder shot, because it was my best bet with this many people around, when everyone else got brave, too. Legally, I could have done it, but we needed him to talk to us.
The hair that trailed from the delicate thimble of his belly button down to his groin was as black as the curls that fell around his shoulders. I laid my neck in front of his face, and he couldn't control his body enough to feed. He used it like it was a piece of costume, to hide his body, to peek pale flesh through it, then to swirl it around him so that the hair itself wa He's enjoying his new-found sex appeal.
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