Perfect, he groaned. You are perfect. He sank his teeth into her ass, hard, drawing blood. And now you wear my mark, he finished proudly. Your ass is mine.
He felt a little lost, after that experience. Lost as the girls on their knees. It was a never-ending story of young girls losing themselves, such that they were no longer humans with any souls or characters, but pretty girls with fat asses and nice tits.
A little vanilla never hurt anybody. He nipped her ankle. Great shoes by the way. Sexy as hell.
They wanted her. They all loved her. And they wanted to keep her.
God, he was an evil bastard, but boy was he good!