She let out a long sigh.
“How about we be nice to each other?” My mouth closed over hers. Sensation rushed to my dick, making it jump and pulse. I released it, not wanting to come too soon, moaning at the aching need for release.
The dream morphed, and now we were in a hotel room.
“I’ll show you nice.” She was on her knees and my cock was sliding in and out of her mouth.
“Mother fucker,” I called out as another, bigger wave of pleasure shot through me.
I thread my fingers through that thick, wavy hair of hers as I rocked in and out of her mouth. I groaned as my hand simulated the imagery in my head.
“Show me your tits,” I demanded.
I wanted to see all of her. Every delectable inch of her.
As in dreams, her clothes dissolved. I pulled out from her mouth and rubbed my dick over her tits. My hand stroked faster. My hips bucked. My cum shot out. I imagined it covering her tits. I wanted to lick myself off of her and then fuck her until my head exploded.
“See, I can be nice,” she cooed at me.
In my dream, I hauled her up and carried her to the bed. I’d just come all over my sheets, but I wasn’t done yet.
In the privacy of my home, Anne could be my fantasy. I just had to make sure I never revealed how much she drove me wild in real life.