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wet dream

he crept over the windowsill
the moon made sure he knew the way
and with his heart, he found my body
tucked away
holding me as i stirred
his fingers touched beneath the sheets
i groaned, when he traced behind that hot pink lace
where it all erects
then i smiled, but he�d beat me to it
he kissed me, and our tongues began to dance
and then he teased that sensitive little clit
twitching and shaking, heart pounding
sex never felt so good
pinned against the frame
so helpless under him
slender wrists, naked dainty rib cage
completely exposed
he smirked, and thrusted in
i gasped..
was quick to climax

�sex never felt that good

i blinked when it was done
underwear on, hot pink lace smothered in
a wet dream.