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The cameras began to roll as Ana, a busty Albanian mature woman, lounged provocatively on the velvet chaise, a thin silk robe doing little to conceal her lush curves. She bit her plump lower lip and glanced coyly at the lens, dark eyes smoldering with unbridled desire. It was time to give the hungriest of the website’s patrons exactly what they craved – a hot, steamy, mature fuckfest.

Ana beckoned Count Dracula, her strapping vampire lover, with a crooked finger. The paleolithic playboy descended the staircase with predatory grace, his black cloak billowing. He approached the chaise, trailing icy fingertips along Ana’s bare thigh. She shivered, skin prickling with goosebumps in the cool studio air.

“Well hello, mister Dracula,” Ana purred, her voice a sensuous caress. “Don’t you wish you could sink your fangs into this…”

She parted her robe invitingly, revealingpert amble breasts and a lacy black bra barely containing their plumpness. The count growled low in his throat. In a flash, he had her pinned beneath him, pale hands roaming her inviting flesh.

“I do wish to sink more than my fangs into your sweetness, my vixen,” Dracula hissed, ripping away her flimsy undergarments with a talon. His ice cold fingers teased her nipples to stiff peaks. “And I will taste your blood as I make you cry out in pleasure.”

Ana moaned wantonly, arching into his touch. She fumbled with the fastenings of his black pants, freeing the thick shaft of his cock. It jutted proudly from a nest of dark curls, its mushroom head already glistening with pre-cum in anticipation of sheathing itself in the hot, yielding depths of her body.

The count wasted no time in unsheathing his erection, an icy quirk to his lips. Slowly, deliberately, he parted Ana’s thighs, displaying her dripping pink folds to the camera’s lascivious gaze. One long pale finger teased her swollen clit, circling the sensitive bud until Ana writhed and gasped.

“Please, my count,” she begged shamelessly. “I need to feel you inside me. Claim me with your cock.”

“So I shall,” Dracula hissed, positioning his wide cockhead at her entrance. In one smooth glide, he thrust balls-deep into her weeping pussy, impaling her on his thick girth. They groaned together as he stretched her lush walls.

Ana wrapped her long legs high around Dracula’s pale hips, hooking her ankles. She raked her nails down his rippling back, urge him to take her harder and deeper. The count obliged, slamming his hips against hers in a relentless rhythm, taking her with a vampire’s stamina.

The lewd sounds of flesh slapping and slick arousal filled the studio. Ana reveled in the decadence of full penetration, of being split open on her lover’s rock hard cock. Sweat beaded their straining bodies and passion fevered their skin.

“More!” Ana demanded breathlessly. “Fuck me hard, my sexy vampire.”

“You want more, you’ll get it,” Dracula growled, flipping her over and entering her from behind like a bitch in heat. He gripped her plump ass cheeks with vise-like fingers, kneading the soft flesh as he pounded into her.

Faster and faster he went, the wet slap-so slap of flesh echoed through the room, alternating with their panting breaths and ecstatic moans. His stiff member feels huge inside her, stirring her innermost depths. Again, and again, he hits her G-spot, and she sobs, bucking back to take him deeper into her ravenous depths.

Ana’s pleasure builds to a crescendo, like an exquisite tension wound tight within her molten core. Her lover bites down on her shoulder with his razor sharp fangs, piercing the soft flesh and drawing blood. The jolt of pain combines with the overwhelming ecstasy of her climax, and she cries out sharply, convulsing around him. Molten delight ripped through her in intense shockwaves, and her pussy clenched like a vice grip on his pistoning cock.

Dracula hissed as her walls spasmed around him, sealing his thick length inside her. His member jerked and throbbed, unleashing torrents of frigid seed deep into Ana’s spasming pussy. They came together, hips undulating in a slow, sensual dance as her lush walls milked him dry.

Breath coming hard and fast, Anastasia collapsed bonelessly onto the bed, her lover’s weight pressing down on her perfectly. He rolled them on their sides, still joined. Dracula’s blood-stained lips curled in a satisfied smirk as he nuzzled her neck, licking the pearls of blood from her skin.

“That was exquisite,” the count purred, dark eyes glinting. “Give it up for the best maturer sex scene of the century.”

The cameras quit rolling, but the on-screen magic had only just begun. Mmm, mmm, good!