Lesbian Anal Vampires: We're here to suck your butt

Veruca James and Charlotte Sartre hover in the dark. They are butt-sucking vampires, and Dahlia Sky has silently begged them inside. For centuries they have lived in shadow, shunned by most, worshipped by a few who ache for the wrong kind of mercy. Once invited, they bring the kind of pleasure people pretend not to want. Dahlia kneels. Charlotte pins her wrists, Veruca circles behind. The first smack lands hard on Dahlia’s pale cheek, the sound snapping through the room. Fingers slick with lube press, twist, and vanish past the tight ring of muscle. The stretch grows; knuckles sink, a whole fist disappearing while Dahlia gasps and drools. The vampires take turns, pushing deeper, spreading her wide until her hole gapes and twitches around nothing. Cold vampire lips fasten to that open ring and suck, slurping the heat straight from her core. Charlotte pulls her fist free, shoves the dripping toy cock into the gape instead. She fucks Dahlia in sharp, relentless strokes, then yanks the shaft out and forces it between Dahlia’s lips. Taste yourself. Veruca replaces it with her own length, pounding the swollen hole until it stands open again, shiny and raw. The vampires trade her back and forth—fist, cock, fingers, mouth—until Dahlia’s legs shake and her climax tears through her like a live wire. They keep feeding. They keep sucking. They never stop until the sun threatens to rise.