clitoris, his other hand holding her breast as his mouth
kissed and licked at her neck.
Her body felt so sensitive and alive, and the
closeness of the orgasm was so close if she could only hold out a
moment more, letting this dream last a little longer. She knew she
was going to cum in his hand with just a few more strokes. She
could feel it with the way he brought her body pleasure. Then she
released her inhibition as she let her legs clamp around his hand,
and her body shook with quick quivering bouts of desire. "Oh God!"
She yelled out, filling the room with the pleasurable gasp of
joy.
He held her close to him for a second. She
could feel the twitch of his cock behind her. His heavy breathing
told her what he wanted to do. He wanted to fuck her hard and fast,
which in this dream, she wanted that too, yet her dream had another
plan. For some reason it wanted him to hold off sticking his hard
cock in her wetness. He was going to make her cum again with his
mouth.
With her body still humming and dripping wet,
he laid her back onto the bed. She felt her arms go up above her
head and her legs barely spread open against the bed. It was so
easy for her to look at him and think of what was coming next as he
was glorious to look at. His muscles appeared pumped from his
exertion; his smile told her he was going to enjoy himself. His
eyes lit up as she slowly spread her legs, showing him the freshly
waxed portrait he only felt with his hands.
He lowered his face down as he pushed her
bent legs back to spread her open wider. The first lash of his
tongue, she moaned with intense pleasure. His tongue was strong,
his mouth hot, and he had a way of doing things to her down there
that made her hands above her head, slap down to the bed sheet, and
grasp hold for dear life.
Her heavy breathing and moaning only
encouraged him on. He knew she was close, so very close with her
heavy moans and pleas, her wiggling, and then it hit her so fast,
that he latched on and sucked hard as she shivered and quickened
through quick electric pulses her body was producing.
Moments later, a whisper of air passed down
there, and she opened her eyes in time to see him triumphantly
slide his hard cock inside of her with eyes darkened and wide; his
chest puffed, and his muscular body started to position itself over
her body. Then she watched the pleasure she gave him as he slid
into her slowly, tight from her orgasms, still pulsing with
pleasure. He slid in slow and moaned. Then her hands went up to his
arms and stroked his muscles. She looked into his eyes as he slid
in and out slowly. She wrapped her legs around his back and lifted
her hips up just enough so that he could glide against her swollen
clit and lead her to that third one.
Just as she came in her dream with him pulsing
and tensing, she awoke with a smile on her face.
This is what Jade wanted, this dream to really
happen, yet as of tonight he was still as unobtainable as the first
day she saw him. She wanted all that to change. She let her mind
formulate a plan as she got out of her bed, put on her robe and
decided that all of this will have to wait.
That night, Jade watched him from her loft
across the way. Night had fallen, and her loft was pitch-black. She
wanted it that way. She waited patiently for him to come home and
follow his nightly routine as her loft provided the perfect view of
his loft, directly across the street from her. Coincidence or fate
could be to blame, yet something told her what she was about to do
in the coming days was wickedly sinful.
That 'he' she watched patiently, on nights like
this, was one Collin Maze. A successful businessman in the area and
their only interaction was an occasional run-in at the local
market, that was located at the base of his warehouse loft across
the street from her loft.
She made it her dirty little secret. The timing
of her trips to the market. The silent cautious watching from her
loft. Her friends would think she was crazy if they
kissed and licked at her neck.
Her body felt so sensitive and alive, and the
closeness of the orgasm was so close if she could only hold out a
moment more, letting this dream last a little longer. She knew she
was going to cum in his hand with just a few more strokes. She
could feel it with the way he brought her body pleasure. Then she
released her inhibition as she let her legs clamp around his hand,
and her body shook with quick quivering bouts of desire. "Oh God!"
She yelled out, filling the room with the pleasurable gasp of
joy.
He held her close to him for a second. She
could feel the twitch of his cock behind her. His heavy breathing
told her what he wanted to do. He wanted to fuck her hard and fast,
which in this dream, she wanted that too, yet her dream had another
plan. For some reason it wanted him to hold off sticking his hard
cock in her wetness. He was going to make her cum again with his
mouth.
With her body still humming and dripping wet,
he laid her back onto the bed. She felt her arms go up above her
head and her legs barely spread open against the bed. It was so
easy for her to look at him and think of what was coming next as he
was glorious to look at. His muscles appeared pumped from his
exertion; his smile told her he was going to enjoy himself. His
eyes lit up as she slowly spread her legs, showing him the freshly
waxed portrait he only felt with his hands.
He lowered his face down as he pushed her
bent legs back to spread her open wider. The first lash of his
tongue, she moaned with intense pleasure. His tongue was strong,
his mouth hot, and he had a way of doing things to her down there
that made her hands above her head, slap down to the bed sheet, and
grasp hold for dear life.
Her heavy breathing and moaning only
encouraged him on. He knew she was close, so very close with her
heavy moans and pleas, her wiggling, and then it hit her so fast,
that he latched on and sucked hard as she shivered and quickened
through quick electric pulses her body was producing.
Moments later, a whisper of air passed down
there, and she opened her eyes in time to see him triumphantly
slide his hard cock inside of her with eyes darkened and wide; his
chest puffed, and his muscular body started to position itself over
her body. Then she watched the pleasure she gave him as he slid
into her slowly, tight from her orgasms, still pulsing with
pleasure. He slid in slow and moaned. Then her hands went up to his
arms and stroked his muscles. She looked into his eyes as he slid
in and out slowly. She wrapped her legs around his back and lifted
her hips up just enough so that he could glide against her swollen
clit and lead her to that third one.
Just as she came in her dream with him pulsing
and tensing, she awoke with a smile on her face.
This is what Jade wanted, this dream to really
happen, yet as of tonight he was still as unobtainable as the first
day she saw him. She wanted all that to change. She let her mind
formulate a plan as she got out of her bed, put on her robe and
decided that all of this will have to wait.
That night, Jade watched him from her loft
across the way. Night had fallen, and her loft was pitch-black. She
wanted it that way. She waited patiently for him to come home and
follow his nightly routine as her loft provided the perfect view of
his loft, directly across the street from her. Coincidence or fate
could be to blame, yet something told her what she was about to do
in the coming days was wickedly sinful.
That 'he' she watched patiently, on nights like
this, was one Collin Maze. A successful businessman in the area and
their only interaction was an occasional run-in at the local
market, that was located at the base of his warehouse loft across
the street from her loft.
She made it her dirty little secret. The timing
of her trips to the market. The silent cautious watching from her
loft. Her friends would think she was crazy if they
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