<div class="floatleft">(http://41.media.tumblr.com/c7cf7f788162cd4890e2b0ba975b1d3d/tumblr_msee3pteoA1srylwzo4_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Cassidy Coldwell<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Own Bedroom<br/><strong>Music: None<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black Corset and Red Skirt (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/53/dc/01/53dc011dff786149f16010caa5dc9681.jpg)<br/></strong><hr/><br/><br/>Suddenly Cassidy released his cock. She slipped in front of him and stared into his eyes. A cruel smirk upon her face. How she loved torturing this man. Her hand brushed along his square jaw and she leaned in so desperately closed that her could smell blood upon her lush lips. She knew she could take him at any moment, and part of her loved that power.<br/><br/>Suddenly she sank her fangs into his neck, drawing out the blood that then pooled into her mouth. She swallowed the first few mouthfuls before pulling away and breathing heavily. Her face was flushed red and her body becoming warm. She licked those red lips, very much savoring the taste. He was delicious, and it was always hard not to drink Alfred dry.<br/><br/>Once she regained control of herself, she went up to Alfred and licked he wound close. The flat of her tongue, warm and wet, trailed over the puncture marks before going higher and wiggling against his ear. Her hot breath wispered: "Get on your knees..."