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Wet Dream
Wet Dream It would all start with a call saying i want you now i cant wait i am hard as rock thinking of being inside you. I saying its late but i have had that dream again What dream you say? The one where you come over and just walk in i am on the stairs naked waiting for you throbbing and dripping wet from playing with myself. You come over to me but i put my foot on your chest and say slowly take your cloths off. It so erotic as i watch you watching me I rub my finger across my pussy then lick my finger. You so want your hands on my body but a strip tease is going on I see your rock hard cock and can't stop my self as i step off the stairs i take you in my mouth. A moan escapes your mouth from pleasure i start running my hands up and down your body stopping to play with your balls and end up with them in my mouth. You are on the edge but i pull you back as i always do your eyes are on fire with wanting to be inside me. i giggle a bit since i am starting to take you to the edge again and again By this time you are frantic to put your cock in me you pull me from my knees and bend me over the stairs Entering me from the back hard and fast just how i like it i can help but moan with pleasure as the first of many orgasms run threw my body. We start to go up the stairs and i take you in my mouth again just to taste myself on you. I lay you on the bed and crawl up between your legs to once again take your balls in my mouth.. It is to much for you to handle i am flip over and enter slowly as to make me suffer and i want it how i like it hard and fast. But you are a tease and pull out and run your hands up my body then start kissing my neck and head down south i am in so much pain at this point i try flipping you over but it doesn't work. You kiss my lips and i explode with a big wet orgasm you can always make me squirt. We are flipping and fuck for what seems like forever every inch of are body's are wet and sore but the kind from being satisfied. We lay there tired and have are own thoughts about the night but as morning comes I open my eyes to an empty bed and the sweets spot throbbing from the dream of the naughtiness that my mind can come up with. Maybe tonight i will dream of my lover again and there will be another sweet spot |
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