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Post by Lestat on Feb 3, 2010 10:15:11 GMT -5
Lestat's lush red lips caressed over the pale, quivering flesh of the young girl he had brought to his home in California.
He had found her while on his nightly hunt, she presented herself to him, she had worn such an alurring perfume, Lestat could smell her from a mile away like the predator he was.Seduction was easy, she trembled and fell weak to him the moment he took notice of her, It seemed she was out seeking for someone.. and Lestat had ruined her faulty attempt to lure in the right male she was seeking. She was quiet, submissive and all to willing to go where ever Lestat had suggested.
Now, She was in his arms, pressed between him and that fine Italian Love seat. He had stripped her of her clothes, the satin black dress with it's low cut neckline melted off her thin body like water. She felt so warm against his cool skin, Lestat could not resist taking her.. holding her, caressing her... But he always played with his food before dining.
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