Burning Angel
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May 3, 2014
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Part 5 - Becum One Of Us
The new girl Veronica Layke already knew our dirty vampire cheerleader secret but didn't give a fuck—she just wanted in. We jumped her right there in the locker room, fangs sinking deep into her soft throat while we sucked and licked the hot blood from her trembling body, turning her with every filthy, moaning swallow. Once she was one of us, Jessie Lee, Draven Star, Krissie Dee and I dragged her down into a savage lesbian blood-orgy, tongues and fingers slamming into dripping vampire cunts, fangs grazing nipples and clits while we fucked each other senseless, grinding pussies raw and screaming through endless, squirting orgasms.
Fifty years and a string of stolen championships later, I was running the school as principal when Tommy Pistol crashed in as a snarling, real-life werewolf. My squad ripped into him first, claws and fangs tearing clothes and flesh, but the beast turned the tables hard—he slammed us down one by one, knotting and pounding our soaked vampire holes while literally shredding skin and muscle, blood and cum mixing in one brutal, howling gang-fuck that left us wrecked and ruined.
