Dale's Fangs Pulsate, Thirsting for Blood

The vampire's high, a symphony of senses, begins as Dale's eyes glaze over, his nostrils flaring at the scent of fresh, warm blood. He tracks his victim, each step echoing his pounding heart, his fangs throbbing with primal hunger. As the sun's first rays lick at his skin, he lunges, pinning his prey, the world around them blurring as he sinks his fangs deep into the tender flesh, the first hot gush of blood igniting his lust, his cock straining against his pants, yearning for release as he feeds, his body alight with the ecstasy of the kill.

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