Charlotte: the passengers
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| - | The first class passengers flee towards the back of the plane only to fall prey | + | The first class passengers flee towards the back of the plane only to fall prey to your minions. Licking the lips of your latest victim you let the last wave of the orgasm submerge you. |
Who will you do now? | Who will you do now? | ||
Current revision as of 05:54, 13 June 2011
The lights are dimmed as the movie starts. Your minion is growing impatient and honestly you are too.
You walk to the front of the plane and observe you potential victims.
First you don't seem to find anything too exciting to sink your fangs in until you perceive the fresh scent of sperm and cum coming from one the toilets. You seat in a free row waiting for the couple to come out.
From the rear of the plane you can hear the moaning of your minion's first victims. With a finger you relieve the tension.
When the toilet light turns green you're already pretty soaked. A tall blond girl comes out first, her hair is a mess, you can smell the mixed fluids under her very tiny skirt. Her boyfriend follows her, the smirk on his face is full of self contempt.
You have them seat next to you. Their reluctance is wiped out by a glimpse into your eyes. Your wet finger is soon replaced by the girl's tongue on your clit. The man erections comes back to life in a few strokes of your hand. You want him inside you. You push the girl away and gently seat on the guy's lap taking his manhood in your cold snatch. Your fangs rip the girls throat as you reach the orgasm. The man's hot semen soon fills you. You turn around and make him suffer the same fate. Some of your blood makes them part of the clan.
You walk up the aisle and move on to your next victim.
The grandma two seats behind smells like violet flowers
The salesman next to her tastes like crap but his nice dick makes wonders in your ass
The family just behind them seem alarmed at first but they soon fall under your spell. You must say you suspect the mother to be a repressed lesbian.
The sleeping would be actress is a natural ten and you take great pleasure in covering her body with bites.
You chase a teenage boy all the way to the first class. He cries like a baby as you feed from his thigh.
The superficial heiress of a multi-millionaire fortune and her chihuahua dog teaches you a couple of things about perversion. You savagely introduce her to your world of darkness.
The first class passengers flee towards the back of the plane only to fall prey to your minions. Licking the lips of your latest victim you let the last wave of the orgasm submerge you.
Who will you do now?
The pilot or the remaining crew members?
