"(...Work was half way done and I was headed deeper into this so called dream. I knew where I was going. Yet, I became confused in this mesmerizing lust. I was sweating as this dream was skipping as they normally do. Something always gets in the way during great sensation. But, this was slip and slide with a girl with no face....."My pillow fell off the bed and I hate using the pillow once they touch the floor even if the floors are clean".....What was I confused about? I mean, 'get on with the dream, I told myself... I asked myself if this was even a dream. I felt as if I walked out the room and watched myself or watched each other devour ourselves whole with the help of flaming sweat. Suddenly, as if Barry White's music played, my heart began with its palpitations. My head was pounding and my eyes expanded as if to plunge into her sacred domainof a vertical smile...)"

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My tongue's greatest endeavor...savoring her every edge...
"She rode me like she was drawing on an etch-a-sketch.
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All the juices had rekindled, bursting on the homestretch...

Her hair was vibrant, even as she voiced every motion.
Her titillated moans had hinted her upcoming explosion.
My hands grasp her hips as girth tamed her contractions.