Im The Vampires Bed Warmer

A naked bum walks out of the bathroom. She stands and fantasizes about the man sleeping soundly on the soft cushion bed.

The whole room was a mess. Shirts, dresses, and underwear of a man and a woman were scattered on the sparkling white tiled-floor. Bed sheets and pillows are cluttered by the employed activity that causes moaning horse voices.

The woman walks towards the man, lifts the bed sheet that has been covering his half-body, revealing his black boxers fitting his long sword. She pulled down his boxer shorts and played with the shaft hanging in tranquility—that would soon be a soldier that'd be injected like a professional doctor of pleasure.

An ID could be seen on the nightstand. Written is the name of the man, Xavier Roger Croxxveil, Chief Executive Officer. The wallet placed on the nightstand is open wide, containing nothing other than a card, a few bucks, and the other IDs, together with two smartphones on its side.

Xavier is a fine man with a beautifully built body, a tall, lean, pointy nose, long eyelashes, and sexy reddish lips. His hair is messy, and artistically makes it show off his handsome face.

His head became restless from the woman's licking and sucking. Gradually, the soldier was standing on his own. Still, he is sleeping, but something is going on inside his head.

He is dreaming of a woman. Nice curves, but a blurry face. The way he moved inside of her while he slumped his sword from behind was making his mouth open a bit. He let out a groan, reacting to what the woman was doing at his length—in reality.

His mouth opened wide. "Ohh..."

Still in the dream, he sees how he grabs a handful of her hair and pulls her upwards, making her stand on her knees as he thrusts hard from behind. He would cup her mountains and gently plant kisses on her neck.

His eyes opened, revealing his glorious brown eyes. Looking at his lower body, "fuck!" he cursed, seeing how deep his shaft was thrusted into her throat.

He came with the dream of doing the woman inside his head. The woman spits out all his sticky juices on the floor.

He gazed sharply at the woman before he creased his forehead. "Who the fuck are you?! And why are you here in my office room?!"

The woman sits on his lap and caresses his wetness on his not-yet-recovering 'shaft'.

"Remember, you were drunk last night," she seductively bit her lower lip, "and you asked me if I wanted to sleep with you, Mr. Croxxveil?"

"Get off!" He yells at the woman and pushed her off.

"F*ck!" Her butt slumps on the bed. She scoffed. "Rumors are really true...you don't have a heart,"