Imagine Lilith walking in on you and your girlfriend.
“So, this is your type?”
Your girlfriend ceased grinding against your face and turned to glare at the intruder. Then froze. The vampire’s tongue had extended down to her bare chest, circling around a hard nipple.
In a span of about five seconds, your hand was grabbed, you were almost dragged out of your room, then your GF was locked out, and Lilith had taken her place on top. It didn’t even register you were back on your back until cool thighs straddled each cheek.