“Taste good,” she growled, waving a claw—Lena’s body flipped, ass up, floating, and Seraphina spanked her with telekinetic slaps, each smack timed with a thrust, nails scratching her cheeks. She yanked her hand back, muttering, “Thanks,” and followed, skepticism warring with a grudging admiration for the commitment. Xxx vedio “Welcome, Miss Grayson,” the woman purred, voice smooth as silk, a faint accent curling the edges. “Quite the staff,” she said dryly, but Seraphina just smiled, leading her to a parlor where two red velvet armchairs faced each other, plush and inviting. “You don’t believe me,” Seraphina said, voice dropping, a velvet blade. Lena took it, sipping as she flipped open her notepad, recorder on. The house was a hive of oddity—young men, all chiseled and silent, darted about in tight latex maid outfits, black and shiny, dusting shelves, polishing silver. Seraphina’s crimson eyes narrowed, catching every jab, and a spark flared behind them. “More,” Seraphina hissed, pointing both hands and twin forces hit: one stroking Lena’s clit, fast and relentless, the other fucking into her ass, tight and brutal. Lena blinked, dazed, picking up mid-sentence: “—and that’s why vampires aren’t real, right?
