Rumor Has It—Lonely Dreams (Interlude)

She’d lost count of the number of times that she dreamed of Alex on top of her, his solid 180 pushing her tiny 118 into the mattress. She knew how he’d smell, how he’d feel, how rough and wet his tongue would be as he slowly bobbed up and down between her thighs. And she would moan and tremble for him. He would make her, before, and while, and after he fucked her.

… just another dream, where she woke up sweating and alone with her hand in her panties and her finger in her mouth, trying to stop the moans. Because he wasn’t there to hear them, and she couldn’t bear for them to go to waste.

Beautiful. The female pose is excellent.