galloped across an endless field of green, where my hands could reach the clouds and I was delighted with how they felt... the mushiest marshmallows that dissipated with my touch, where the sun never sets and a never-ending song played everywhere...
N o , not a song... a tune...
A lullaby .
A melody that lulled a child to sleep.
B ut I was already sleeping . I was already dreaming.
O f the warmth and gentle strength of his hands caressing my thighs, circling its surface with the softest of touch... gliding up and down... testing me... inviting me... soothing me to surrender...
S oon enough , his fingers - deft and reassuring - were playing with the garter of my underwear, teasing to enter and explore the area underneath.
A nd they did .
S traight they went to my pussy, freshly shaven and wet, ready for his digits, ready for him. He rubbed my womanhood with the tenderness of the most loving of kisses, hovering over my slit, barely touching the area below. His fingers slowly dropped on the opening of my cunt, feeling my wetness and spreading my fluid all over the crevice... making it slippery... making it easy for him to enter me. The tip of his finger was the first to go in, surveying the softness of the inner walls of my sex. Then, half of its entirety penetrated me. It wiggled, it joggled, and it moved - like a hook - repeatedly towards him as if he was beckoning me to come nearer.
M y body shivered , and I twisted and turned in bed, wallowing in the ecstasy that he was giving me.
O ne finger became two , and I felt a little bit of pain. I groaned. Then I heard his sweet voice telling me to hush. And I did. With much difficulty, I did. My hands reached for the edges of the bed where the sheets folded below its expanse. I gripped the smooth, glossy fabric to help me regain my composure.
B ut his fingers continued to play with me... in and out and circularly... my wetness made the slapping sound of his intrusions louder and more arousing...
A sense of agonizing pleasure , overwhelming in every way, filled my soul and I pulled the sheets from the edges where they were tucked... my bed became a mess of crumpled blankets, disarranged pillows, puddles of my juice, and two lovers lost in the sheer blissfulness of the moment.
T hen he pulled away and I looked at him. His face, as handsome as it always was... his deep-set eyes, brooding and mysterious... his rugged profile made even more enchanting my his perfectly molded cheeks and his strong jawline... his thick black hair that blended with the hood he always wore...
H e smiled , and a dimple formed on his cheek.
F unny . I haven’t noticed that before. Perhaps it was because I never really saw him smile.
B ut he was smiling then . I may have been dreaming... but he was smiling... and he had a beautiful, beautiful smile. Dream or not, I’d take it.
H e removed his hooded sweatshirt and threw it outside the bed. His naked torso was there for me to see... for me to enjoy. Lean and muscular, a sturdy chest and perfectly defined abs, broad shoulders and strong arms that seemingly screamed how able they were to protect me, and the tattoos that extended from his left biceps down to his forearm... with a variety of tribal designs...
A nd something else that I didn’t notice before...
D angling in the middle of ethnic patterns were two guns, their barrels were placed over each other, forming a cross. Below them were words that I didn’t understand, written in aboriginal fonts... Vive Gladio Peri Gladio .
I f I was dreaming , how could these details be so vivid, so explicit, so real?
H e didn’t give me time to think. He spread my legs and pulled up my nightgown. Then, he removed my underwear.
H e gave me another smile before he buried his head between my thighs.
H is tongue glided over my slit, with the grace of a master’s paintbrush over a much cherished canvass. With every stroke, my arousal escalated. I bit my lip to prevent myself
N o , not a song... a tune...
A lullaby .
A melody that lulled a child to sleep.
B ut I was already sleeping . I was already dreaming.
O f the warmth and gentle strength of his hands caressing my thighs, circling its surface with the softest of touch... gliding up and down... testing me... inviting me... soothing me to surrender...
S oon enough , his fingers - deft and reassuring - were playing with the garter of my underwear, teasing to enter and explore the area underneath.
A nd they did .
S traight they went to my pussy, freshly shaven and wet, ready for his digits, ready for him. He rubbed my womanhood with the tenderness of the most loving of kisses, hovering over my slit, barely touching the area below. His fingers slowly dropped on the opening of my cunt, feeling my wetness and spreading my fluid all over the crevice... making it slippery... making it easy for him to enter me. The tip of his finger was the first to go in, surveying the softness of the inner walls of my sex. Then, half of its entirety penetrated me. It wiggled, it joggled, and it moved - like a hook - repeatedly towards him as if he was beckoning me to come nearer.
M y body shivered , and I twisted and turned in bed, wallowing in the ecstasy that he was giving me.
O ne finger became two , and I felt a little bit of pain. I groaned. Then I heard his sweet voice telling me to hush. And I did. With much difficulty, I did. My hands reached for the edges of the bed where the sheets folded below its expanse. I gripped the smooth, glossy fabric to help me regain my composure.
B ut his fingers continued to play with me... in and out and circularly... my wetness made the slapping sound of his intrusions louder and more arousing...
A sense of agonizing pleasure , overwhelming in every way, filled my soul and I pulled the sheets from the edges where they were tucked... my bed became a mess of crumpled blankets, disarranged pillows, puddles of my juice, and two lovers lost in the sheer blissfulness of the moment.
T hen he pulled away and I looked at him. His face, as handsome as it always was... his deep-set eyes, brooding and mysterious... his rugged profile made even more enchanting my his perfectly molded cheeks and his strong jawline... his thick black hair that blended with the hood he always wore...
H e smiled , and a dimple formed on his cheek.
F unny . I haven’t noticed that before. Perhaps it was because I never really saw him smile.
B ut he was smiling then . I may have been dreaming... but he was smiling... and he had a beautiful, beautiful smile. Dream or not, I’d take it.
H e removed his hooded sweatshirt and threw it outside the bed. His naked torso was there for me to see... for me to enjoy. Lean and muscular, a sturdy chest and perfectly defined abs, broad shoulders and strong arms that seemingly screamed how able they were to protect me, and the tattoos that extended from his left biceps down to his forearm... with a variety of tribal designs...
A nd something else that I didn’t notice before...
D angling in the middle of ethnic patterns were two guns, their barrels were placed over each other, forming a cross. Below them were words that I didn’t understand, written in aboriginal fonts... Vive Gladio Peri Gladio .
I f I was dreaming , how could these details be so vivid, so explicit, so real?
H e didn’t give me time to think. He spread my legs and pulled up my nightgown. Then, he removed my underwear.
H e gave me another smile before he buried his head between my thighs.
H is tongue glided over my slit, with the grace of a master’s paintbrush over a much cherished canvass. With every stroke, my arousal escalated. I bit my lip to prevent myself
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