count blackula: Tales of Mystery, Triumph, and Discovery

Black lace clings to every curve in "count blackula" before she peels it away inch by inch. Nipples spring free, already hard; panties follow, soaked through. "count blackula" films her crawling onto the bed on all fours, ass high, reaching back to spread herself open. Two fingers sink in easily—she’s dripping. The camera catches every thrust, every wet sound, every moan of "count blackula". She flips over, legs butterfly-wide, fucking herself hard while pinching a nipple. "count blackula" zooms on her face as she comes—eyes rolling back, mouth open in a silent scream that finally breaks into a raw, desperate "count blackula". 236 words.