Follow me into my dreams....
Passion. Lots of hot, animalistic, sweaty, can't get enough lusty passion. Where the words are few because your mind is foggy from all the rushing of chemicals flooding your brain from coming over and over again. Hands, mouths circling and roaming over your hungry body trying to satisfy the hunger that dwells within.
Hot flesh pressed against hot flesh, your senses reaching for each touch, kiss, lick. Your body lurching toward the hard cock or cocks that continually tease you until you grab one, any one and impale yourself on it. It's not about being nice and decent in this moment but about getting what you want, need and must have.
It's about the knowing of each other, each ones triggers and making sure all leave drained of their desires. It's also knowing that he is watching from the corner of the room, tied and unable to join in. Knowing the images that are being carved into his brain to later play over and over again. Images he doesn't want to ever leave. Images that will haunt and warm him while he's not sharing your bed.
These are the things that fill your dreams and wake you in the middle of the night, raw with hunger and wet with desire. These are the nights when you wish he was in your bed and you could roll over, wake him and slowly place your hungry wet pussy on his face while you tell him of your dream and all the things you want to do and have him see. Then feel his cock slide inside your hunger and quench your need.
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