Reincarnated as Dracula’s Son

As the silhouette of the driver took shape, the skinny man's lanky frame came into view, his baggy jeans hanging precariously from his bony hips, and a white tank top stretched taut across his scrawny torso.

Opposite him, his neighbor emerged, she had a slim frame that betrayed the abundance of curves that lay beneath her clothing, her huge boobs strained against the fabric of her blouse, and her blonde hair cascaded in waves down her back.

With a swift glance over his shoulder, the skinny man and his busty neighbor vanished into the confines of the house

Damian watched as the two disappeared into the house, the door clicking shut behind them with a weighted finality.

He knew what was about to go down in there, and the thought of it all made him excited a little inside.

There'd be groaning and heavy breathing, the sound of skin slapping together, and probably some embarrassing words thrown around. His mind filled in the gaps, imagining what their dirty deeds would be like.

For Damian, this was a familiar scenario that happened with almost ritualistic precision.

Whenever his neighbor's house became a makeshift love den, he followed a well-worn path to the window, climbing with practiced ease to peer into the room.

He would watch in fascination as the writhing bodies, driven by the primal urges that consumed them, engaged in a frenzied sex, his curiosity stimulated by the pleasures that played out before him.

In fact he already knew what his neighbor looked like naked after watching her so many different times in so many different positions.

He had her body committed to his memory, the way she cried in bliss as she felt pleasure consume her, the way her body twisted and turned in bed.

His favorite night was when his neighbor had brought home a ripped and muscular man, and the two of them went at it like they were in a wrestling match.

The guy was huge and he was lifting, spinning and flipping the neighbor all over the place, putting her into crazy positions.

Damian couldn't believe his eyes! The guy was showing off all his strength and was banging the neighbor like she was a rag doll. It was wild!

As the images of his neighbor's wild night with the bodybuilder burned in his memory, Damian's pulse quickened and his anticipation grew. He made a beeline for the kitchen, eager to cleanse his hands of any grime that might impede his impending adventure

With a deliberate gait and a casual demeanor, Damian climbed the stairs to his bedroom, mindful of the steps' creaks and groans that might betray his excitement to his watchful mother.He knew all too well that his joy was a beacon to her, a signal for her to saddle him with chores, her eagle-eyed scrutiny honed to detect any sign of distraction or elation.And so, he kept his face impassive, his demeanor composed, his actions seemingly devoid of any particular interest or inclination.

It happened whenever he just bought a new game or a new movie just came out, his mother would strike like a hawk, seizing upon his obvious enthusiasm to assign him a litany of household tasks.

And so, he slipped into his room, the closing door sealed his safety from her curiosity. With a satisfying thud, he slammed the door shut, expelling the tension from his body like the burst of a pressure valve.

Moving with a fluid, almost dance-like grace, Damian slid across the wire that separated his building from his neighbor's.

With every step, he exhibited a level of composure that was due to his experience in the dangerous activity.

The wire would be a daunting obstacle to anyone else, but it was merely a minor hindrance to Damian, one he conquered by his nimble feet and steady hand.

His senses were heightened by the rush of adrenaline that pulsed through him, making him further excited.

In his self-appointed seat at her windowsill, Damian settled in to watch the show unfold before his eyes.

As he waited, the seconds stretched into minutes, his anticipation building like a crescendo, until at last, the doors burst open and the couple came tumbling into the room in a passionate embrace, their lips locked in a passionate kiss.

the slim man's hands roamed freely over his neighbor's supple curves, one hand firmly grabbing the fullness of her butt, his fingers digging into the flesh as they relished in the contours of her body.

Their tongues wrestled with each other as they kissed.

This windowsill was the perfect spot for Damian because the curtains were messed up in a way that there was free space to see into the room.

To Damian, it was as though fate had conspired in his favor, providing a secluded vantage point from which he could watch the illicit tryst unfold without fear of detection. The angle at which he peeked allowed him to observe the erotic scene without being seen.

The moans and groans that escaped the room were amplified by the gentle breeze, carrying with them a melody of lust and desire that tickled his ears.

Damian reveled in the thrill of being a silent observer. It was as if he had his own personal theater where he could watch live porn.

With a practiced ease, the man sank into the bed, settling into its softness like a king onto his throne.

And like a servant paying tribute to her king, his neighbor straddled him, her body tensed with anticipation.

As his neighbor balanced atop him, her breasts were within his easy reach, their ample bounty a feast for the eyes, and his hands, like a pair of greedy snakes, slid eagerly across her flesh.

With an eagerness that bordered on desperation, he cupped and squeezed them, his palms massaging the boobs.

And as his touch ignited a flame within her, her moans filled the room, rising and falling with his ministrations.

Ohhh~

It was obvious that pleasure was spreading through her body.