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Caught in a Dream

Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap rang out as Michael’s hips hit my ass.

I could still taste his saltiness on my lips.

Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap.

There was no mercy, no letting up.

Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap.

With each collision of Michael’s hips against my ass his hands tightened on my hips as he pulled me toward him.

Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap.

His cock slipping deeper and deeper into me each time.

Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap.

My face scrunched up and moans escaped from my lips.

Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap.

My hands dug into the edge of the mattress and my feet lifted up off the bed.

Slap, Slap.

Then it was gone. There was only silence. It was a dream that rivaled reality.
The feelings, the sensations and even the tastes were so real.

My camisole was pulled up over my breasts and my panties were down to my knees. My fingers were wet and spreading my pussy lips. The sheets underneath me were damp. I was licking my lips and panting quietly into the night. My heart was racing.

I listened for a few seconds. Listening to Michael’s breathing. Is he awake? Did he hear me? I wondered

Nothing. There was no movement from his side of the bed.

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