Kapitel 52: A VAMPIRE’S PERSONAL CONFLICT

Speaking of the aged fathead… 

Here we are again in the Sciarillo castle. The huge and spacious master's bedroom was in darkness. One can make out the moving silhouettes of two naked people on a massive antique-styled four-poster canopied king-sized bed if one's eyesight is sharp enough and gets used to the dark at once. The sound of moaning, groaning, and sighing fills the large and luxurious bedroom, along with the soft creaks of the mattress and the bed frame as it moves to the rhythm of the couple entangled in each other's bodies and lustful appetites.

"Yes. ride me, Virginia. I have missed it. your attention, as of late." sighs the slim man whose stiff erection was currently being serviced by his present lover's wet and warm womanhood.