Violet
I was dreaming.
Or at least, I thought I was.
In the dream, I was being f****d hard, and mercilessly. My body on top of the cold counter, his grip bruising my hips as he held me down. His fingers and tongue pushed into me without warning, curling deep until I was gasping, crying out, and writhing under his control.
The dream shifted. Suddenly, I was on my knees, lips stretched around a thick c**k, my throat burning from how deep he pushed. My eyes watered, but I didn’t stop, I needed more. The deep groan that rumbled from his chest, the way his fingers tightened in my hair only made me hungrier. Desperate to please, and take it all.
And then I was standing again, my palms flat against a tall glass window, the city below. His body pressed into mine, chest hot against my back, h
