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A Dream Not a Nightmare

Last night, about you, had a dream
You sucked my cock and made me cream
Swallowed all, then licked your lips
Then opened wide your luscious hips

You held your thighs out shoulder wide
I stood and stuffed my cock inside
Was still excited from the job
Had watched your dark hair dip and bob

I shoved down deep in your abyss
We intertwined our tongues to kiss
I tasted of my gism there
And fondled your fantastic pair

Your nipples pointed to the sky
They almost poked me in the eye
I kissed and sucked from left to right
Your cunt was wrapped around me tight

I felt your climax, felt your heat
I felt your moisture on my meat
I felt the pulsing of your walls
I felt your wetness on my balls

I heard your pussy call to me
Said, “Come on down and set me free.
My clitoris is taught and firm
It needs your lips to make me squirm”

Although my cock was still upright
I brought it back into the light
And placed my lips upon your clit
You moaned, “That's nice, now please don't quit!”

I worked real hard from front to back
Spread out your lips and licked your crack
Kissed your taint and tongued your ass
You climaxed hard, the second pass

You sprayed your juices in my face
Your body shook, that's no disgrace
I quenched my thirst from pussy pink
Your fountain flowed, I had a drink

I put two fingers in your void
I found that you were not annoyed
When I massaged your swollen “G”
You screamed, “That's it, please set me free!”

I moved my fingers hard and light
Then had my tongue join in the fight
Licked your clit while stroking “G”
I did my best, creatively.

You shuddered and you shivered
And you yelled my name out loud
Your body lost all its control
And I heard these words you vowed

“That's the best that I've been eaten
You are the master of my slot
Now give me all your length and girth
Fuck me now, while I'm still hot

You got up on your hands and knees
And I fucked you from behind
My balls were banging every stroke
You did not really seem to mind

I grabbed your breasts for leverage
Had your hard nipples in my hands
We were on the fifty yard line
Fans were cheering from the stands

I guess that's what awakened me
Their clapping, cheering, was so loud
The both of us were satisfied
As was the voyeuristic crowd


Written by eightmore
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Author's Note
We must have been the half time show. The dream was the Super Ball, not the Super Bowl...
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