"I have neer been so sure I will make you purr, sexy Alexa", Puternic replied with his strong Romanian accent.<br/><br/>After laying Alexa in the small bed, Puternic kneeled next to the bed and, once more, in a surprising move, he began to take her high heels off. Definitively, he was in no hurry: he unmade slowly each string wrapped around her ankles, making certain Alexandra would be touched by his hands. She could feel his calloused hands, showing that he had either been working out hard with dumbells in a gym or carrying a lot of weight like a civil construction worker. Definitively, those were not not a white collar's hands, neither a boy's.<br/><br/>What could be seen as a sign of submission to the woman was interpreted completely different by Puternic. Alexa was a different female and as such, she deserved a special treatment to be conquered - after all, some foreplay was always fun. Rather than blowing his lust into an animalesque fuck, Puternic was struggling with his basic mating instincts to make it right. He was certain that a a woman like Alexa, be she a vampiress or not, would not be easily impressed, so he was willing to use all he knew to curb her. After that night, Alexa (and maybe Puternic) would not be the same.<br/><br/>As Puternic was over, he crawled over her, devouring her with the eyes as no one had dared do before, from the bottom of the bed until his hands stood next to her breasts. All the time the bed was making noises as if it was about to collapse: Rather than a big American-style single bed, both were on an old wooden bed, which was fragile. The mattress was also old, even a bit smelly for sensitive noses like his and Alexa's, making it not so comfortable to sleep there. However, neither Puternic, nor Alexa would sleep that night. Not at least the way they were used to.<br/><br/>Puternic then gazed her eyes in silence for a couple of seconds. This time, nothing seemed to happened, which somehow disappointed him. He bent his arms, lowering his trunk closer to hers, nearly touching her tight dress. His breath was quite regular but heavy, showing he was struggling to control himself. Over her thighs, his hardon, barely contained inside his old jeans bermuda, was throbbing from time to time.<br/><br/>"From what I saw, you like tightness, don't you?"