Insatiable Lust for Blood

The attractive woman could afford to be selective. After all, she had all the time in the world. The night breeze carried the scent of blooming jasmine and then the clean scent of fruity body wash. Then she felt a tightening in her belly as a gorgeous lass stepped around the corner. Her school jacket bore the symbol of a community college in town, her tight gray yoga pants showed she had a formida...