Her leggings cover the K carved into the inside of her thigh, and my cock twitches at the memory of putting it there. How she preened as the blade drew against her sensitive flesh, back bowing, pussy cresting around another orgasm. The way her blood tasted as it dripped down her pale skin and how I lapped at its coppery essence like a man dying of thirst. And I was. Dying to drink her, to consume the young virgin the way she had me since the night she asked me to be her first.
