Ara
I had to be dreaming. That would be the only feasible explanation for all the sensations I was feeling. It was the perfect dream. I felt so sated, so light, so free, and mostly, I felt so much pleasure. I was drowning in it almost. There was a warm, wet mouth on my breast, sucking my n*****s with so much vigour, and there was a hand at my s*x, flicking my nub, entering in and out of my hole, arousing me to no end. It felt like I was going to expire from pleasure.
It was a gypsy, that was what it was. Nothing would tell me different. He began in some fantasy novel, someone who knew how to do beautiful things with their hands and their tongue. Oh, was that a tongue. I was in the dream, more settled in the dreamlike state. I had almost woken up before, but I was back in the mood to slee
