Tina felt a shiver run up her spine as her gray eyes connected with a set of brown. The man before her was every woman's wet dream, at least women like her. He was five feet ten inches with black hair that brushed his shoulder and his eyes reminded her of warm melted chocolate. She watched him crook a finger at her and couldn't stop herself from waking to him. She needed to fuck him, need him to fuck her until she couldn't remember her own name, and from the smile on his mouth she knew he would. Hell, even the fangs didn't bother her. She had come to the Paranormal Sex Club for a reason and she knew that this man would give it all to her.
Once she reached him she started to speak, but was cut off when his lips found hers, sending the breath from her lungs. She reached up and gripped his shoulders as his tongue thrust past her teeth making her moan in pleasure. She tugged on his hair as heat swirled through her body and centered in her pussy. She wanted him to touch her there, needed the contact and to feel his hard cock deep inside of her throbbing core. Tina hitched one leg around his waist and grinded herself against him in time with the music, begging silently for him to take her here and now.
He didn't waste any time, shoving her back on the table and pulling up her skirt, baring her flesh to him. He smiled when he saw that she hadn't wore any underwear and immediately lowered his head, running his tongue over her clit. Tina arched her back and gasped as she felt him flick his tongue over her quickly, then sucking on it as he thrust two fingers inside her sultry heat.