Vorochta 5

Where Dreams Are Dreamt.

A Midsummer Night's Wet Dream

yumado | July 21, 2009

You sit there with your back to me. I run my finger down your spine, Gently kiss your neck. Eyes begin to roll. Your breath becomes so heavy. I free your breasts from constraint. You pull me in. You throw my shirt away. Our hips thrust. You let out a moan. An explosion wakes me. [...]

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