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Lucy tasted of sunshine and rage. Musky, sweet, tangy…
…alive.
With another long lap of his tongue the ghoul relished the flavors of her slick and he pressed his face firmer between her legs.
“Cooper,” she shuddered, gasping and writhing on the sandy floor of their little encampment. The dying embers of the camp fire cast orange shadows across her features; the ghoul stared up the length of her body as he suckled at her pussy.
He watched as the fading lights danced across her naked skin. She was the prettiest thing he had seen in a long time.
The tastiest, too.