I looked down at the dishevelled, cum-drunk vampire slut on her knees. Her face was a wrecked masterpiece of black mascara streaks, saliva, and drying cum. Her heavy tits hung free, nipples dark and stiff, the gold wedding ring on her left hand still glistening with a smear of my load. Her pale vampire skin glowed under the penthouse lights, cool and flawless, pussy lips puffy and shining with her own juices that had soaked through her ruined stockings. She stared up at me with those crimson-flecked eyes, completely broken and loving every second of it.
"Strip. Everything off, you pathetic married vampire whore. Then crawl to the glass wall like the worthless dog bitch you are. Ass high, tits dragging the floor, and bark for your master."
