SaintsCoffin

【 Warning: Mature Content R-18 】

Graves lived a content life, until he lost it all. After inheriting a hotel and immortality. As his final act, he sacrifices himself to save a woman's life. 
To his surprise, he reawakens to find the woman thanking him in an unorthodox way.
His once normal life changes with this new power, and by comical chance, he throws himself into deadly situations to save women from bullets, blades, fire, planes, tanks, and trains.
His new life is one of pain, except he always ends up on top.

Join Graves on his comical struggle through the unnatural disasters he faces for the sake of his love life.

My Nihilism Got Me Laid?!

My eyes slowly open to see a Moxie with a sleeping grin as she lies on top of me. Her breasts press down and her short blue hair tickles my face.

As cute as she looks, the moment I wake up the sleeping dragon, her tyrant mode will return. Yet, she'll be even madder if I don't wake her up.

So with both hands I grab her plump ass, my fingers sink in.

She groans, slowly sitting up. "Wha- what time is it?"

She notices me groping her ass, giving a weak moan before pulling my hands away. "Weirdo."

The bed is stained with sweat and various other stains.

Raising her arms, she stretches, rubbing her hips side to side; her crotch is already soaked.

My dick flings up, sandwhiching itself between her ass cheeks.

Turning back, she sees my morning wood. Hesitating for a moment, she bites her lip.

Shaking her head, she gets up and puts her clothes on. "No, I have to get to the gym. And you, clean up the mess."

"Huh? This is your apartment now."

"Hmm..." Giving me a look of annoyance, she picks up the tied off condoms and tosses them in the trash."

With contempt, she futilely attempts to wipe the various stains only to spread them out.

"That was so weird what you did last night."

Pulling up my pants, I yawn. "Im not the one that ate an entire cake off my dick."

"Eh? Did I really eat the whole thing?"

She covers her mouth with a gasp. "I really need to get to work then. How many grams of sugar were in that thing?"

"Huh? That's what you're worried about? The sugar?"

"A personal trainer can't be fat. You wouldn't go to a mentally unstable therapist, would you?"

"I- that's actually a good point."

Returning to my room, Cafun is sprawled out across the bed. I have no clue when her work starts, but she's likely late.

I did not miss that skimpyly dress milf and her annoying alarm clock of a body.

Flopping out of bed, her shirt rolls over her breasts. Jumping up to her feet, the buxomous woman jiggles. "Where were you?

"How much time you got to listen?"

Walking over the board, to no suprise there is another note.

Cafun rests on my shoulder, between her two exposed fat sacks and the fact that shes taller than me, I lean like an unjust scale. "So, where are we going for breakfast? I was feeling fries and a burger!"

"Don't you have work? When does it even start?"

"Hmm... I think it started 2 hours ago. Anyway, I could also go for a breakfast burrito."

Is Buxomous a Word?