Gwendolyn's POV
Gwendolyn Stuart the fourth was a complicated human being. That was just an honest fact about herself. But as complex as she was, Gwendolyn knew exactly what to do to get her own pleasure.
Working herself up and down Bryce's dick she smiled down at the man, all the while staring at his neck and resisting the urge to lean down and bite until she came back with a mouth full of flesh. But even though she did not go through with it, just the image of his blood squirting everywhere. Painting the walls, and the sheets a deep red was enough to drive her over the edge and she came imagining how thrilling it would be to ride a man as he took his final breaths.
She had done it once before on a supermodel with a drug habit. He had been beautiful, and just seconds after she'd climaxed his heart had given out. Gwendolyn had been really sad to lose him, ( the tears she had cried when calling for help had not been fake, she'd been mourning the man's dick).
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