Though, she had to be perfect in the speed in which she introduced the pheromones into the room. It was a mouthful, but one she was more than happy to taste. Sex His member throbbed while it was in a velvet glove. Both of its pointed ends ran across her lips in anticipation of the coming meal. Sneaking in hooves was a difficult task at best. She cared not and released the relief she had gotten from him. Too much too fast and his weakening heart could give out, and he would die before she fed. She had an hour before his next check-up and before then, he would be dead. Plus, to maintain her secrecy, she would have to leave just enough of him, so when his body failed, there was still a body. Her forced tongue would work in swirls as she bobbed her head up and down. The scent would tickle his nostrils, though how it permeated through the plastic breather on his face was from the machines filtration center. So badly that Mina almost thought she was a nymphomaniac. It was just a droplet of precum, but had life-force, and she drank it more greedily than a miner digging for gold.
