...But feels like heaven

You enjoy each other's embrace for what feels like a blissful eternity, Teresa giving hungry, rumbling moans against your lips while she grinded against your hard cock, your roaming hands caressing her waist, finding a skinny feeling G-string riding high up her back.

Her tongue laps at your sharp fangs, it's little metal ball piercing clacking against them, till she gives a little gasp, more startled than anything as she pulls from your lips. She reaches into her mouth to dab at it, pulling out a finger tip dipped in blood. The sight and familiar smell gives you goosebumps. She grins mischievously before sticking her tongue out, letting a droplet of blood and spit trickled to it's pink tip.

You lean forward to kiss her once more, transfixed by the erotic sight, but are held back by Teresa's palms on your chest, which give you a sudden hard shove, forcing you onto your back. She maintains her amused smirk as she crawls off of you, laying on her side beside your waist. her fingers run their sharp nails down your exposed belly, before finding your belt, unbuckling and pulling it free.

"Fuck...I can already feel how big it is..." she mutters, almost to herself, as she unzips your fly, the curved length of your boner propping up the strained fabric of your black boxers like a tent. She runs her palm against it, nibbling on her bottom lip while her fingers massage and teases it's quivering tip, making you squirm with the stimulation.

Quickly made impatient by her own teasing, she removes her hand to press her face against your dick, her hot, shallow breaths and tongue wetting the black fabric that clung to your shaft as she blindly, clumsily unbuttons her fly and shimmies her tight jeans down her thighs, slipping a hand beneath a daring red lace g-string to play with herself.

Her breathing is ragged and throaty as she suckles on your cock through your boxers, clutching your thigh to steady herself as she arches her body to properly finger herself, her gaze flickering back and forth from your wet boner to meeting your own through the long curled locks that fell across one half of her face.

She pulls away, sitting up without warning beside you, giving her hair a flick from her face before pulling the hem of her top over her head and revealing her perky, caramel C-cups, her areolas and nipples dark like chocolate, and with little black barbell piercings, a matching in her slender belly.

"You like them? I love how sexy they make my tits look....I've got a whole jewelry box at home rammed with piercings...kinky ones, too..." she teases with a grin as she lays back onto her side across your thighs, peeling the damp underwear down till your curved, veiny cock bounces free, nearly hitting her face.

Her grin widens as she's transfixed, taking gentle hold of it's shaft and slowly pumping its length as she admires it's pale, hard length, her breasts gently swaying as she did.