7
Deek
The dream was incredible. A female was on top of me, her light weight pressing me into the bed. Her skin was soft and smooth, the scent of her making my c**k rise. She was kissing across my chest, her mouth a hot suction on one n****e, then lower, flicking into my navel. Lower still she moved until her nimble fingers opened my pants. Lifting my hips, I assisted with drawing them down, eager for her mouth on my c**k. It was painfully erect, angry and dripping with my pre-c*m.
She’d brought about my beast, and yet instead of pacing and snarling within, it was preening, agreeing with my Atlan mind that this was what we both wanted.
A good c**k suck.
Her tongue circled the head, licking up my essence drop by drop. My fingers tangled in her hair, silky strands I held onto as I guide
