Sucking hungrily on his cock, my lips would be stretched pleasantly around his girth. My pussy would be dripping wet with anticipation. Quickly pulling his shirt over his head, he would unzip my dress and let it fall to the floor. I’d beg him, “Fuck me, fuck me harder, oh Andy, fuck me!”
His eyes would briefly meet my own, glazed with lust and primitive needs. I was already wet from my dream, and my knees fell apart expectantly as I began stroking my clit in firm circles. I’d still be shivering and groaning when a sudden pressure against my pussy lips would alert me to the fact that Andy wasn’t finished with me yet. My skin would burn where he touched me, his free hand blazing a trail of fire up my side to grasp my breast through my dress.
