The virgin
He nibbled on her neck and she embraced him
For she did not know;how could she know that tonight she would be devoured
Soon the nibbles turned into deep hungry bites
Her screams sounded
His eyes darkened
The red followed
Howls vibrated from his chest like a wounded beast
Bruised neck with love bites
The lonely unclasped bra watched the animal act from a lonely corner
The white cotton panties were stained forever
But, Thank God she was no longer a virgin
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