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Dreaming of Her
He was dreaming of her,
Of her vulva and her bust
His cock arousing in his sleep,
Was standing up with lust
She was spooned against him
She felt his penis rise
Growing larger inch by inch
As it moved between her thighs
She thought that she was dreaming
As it grew in length and girth
She pinched her clitoris to see
As it was moving past her firth
She moved her hand to touch his glans
And felt that it was true
She slid it in her moistened slit
What else was she to do?
She pushed herself upon it
He awoke and gave a shove
His cock was fully in her
They were making heated love
He nibbled on her neck nape
As he filled his hand with breast
She fondled with his swinging balls
As her climax reached its crest
Her vagina was an oven
To his pulsing cock inside
His dream was their reality
As she felt his flowing tide
Of her vulva and her bust
His cock arousing in his sleep,
Was standing up with lust
She was spooned against him
She felt his penis rise
Growing larger inch by inch
As it moved between her thighs
She thought that she was dreaming
As it grew in length and girth
She pinched her clitoris to see
As it was moving past her firth
She moved her hand to touch his glans
And felt that it was true
She slid it in her moistened slit
What else was she to do?
She pushed herself upon it
He awoke and gave a shove
His cock was fully in her
They were making heated love
He nibbled on her neck nape
As he filled his hand with breast
She fondled with his swinging balls
As her climax reached its crest
Her vagina was an oven
To his pulsing cock inside
His dream was their reality
As she felt his flowing tide
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