Her Fantasy About Matt

Luna bit her lip, the anticipation building in her chest. She knew she had to be more direct. "Can I come over and talk?" she texted.

Jenna replied with a simple "Sure, come on over."

The door swung open before Luna had even knocked, revealing Jenna in her favorite oversized college sweatshirt and a pair of shorts that barely contained her ample curves. Her eyes lit up at the sight of her friend. "Hey, Luna, what's got you all flustered?"

Luna stepped inside. She took a moment to compose herself before blurting out, "I need to tell you something." Her cheeks were flushed, and she couldn't quite meet Jenna's gaze.

They sat on the couch, the air thick with anticipation. Luna took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling beneath her tight tank top. "You remember when we talked about... well, about fantasies?"

Jenna nodded, her curiosity piqued.

"Well," Luna began, her voice a whisper, "I've had this... this intense fantasy." She paused, looking down at her hands, which were fidgeting in her lap. "It's about Matt."

Jenna's eyes widened, but she remained silent, giving Luna the space she needed to continue.

"Every time I see Matt," Luna confessed, her voice shaky, "I just can't help but imagine...what it would be like to have him inside me. To feel his big...his big cock fill me up. It's all I've been thinking about lately."

Jenna's expression was a mix of shock and intrigue. She leaned in closer, urging Luna to go on. "Tell me more," she whispered.

Luna took a deep breath, her eyes glazing over slightly as she described her most vivid fantasy. "I imagine giving him the best blowjob of his life. I'd take him deep in my mouth, feel his cock hit the back of my throat while I look up at him with those innocent eyes of mine," she said, a naughty smile playing on her lips. "I'd swirl my tongue around his tip and suck him until he's so hard he couldn't stand it."

Jenna leaned in even closer, her eyes wide with both shock and a hint of excitement. "And then?" she prompted.

Luna's cheeks grew even redder as she described her fantasy in more detail. "After that," she murmured, "I'd climb onto the bed, my legs spread wide open, begging for him to fill me up." She paused, licking her lips as if she could already taste him. "He'd push into me, inch by inch, until he's all the way in, and then he'd start to fuck me, hard. I'd look up at him with those big doe eyes of mine, my mouth open in a silent scream, while he choked me just enough to make the whole experience so much more intense."

Jenna's heart was racing now, her mind racing with the vividness of Luna's words. She could almost feel the weight of the secret between them. "And what happens next?" she breathed.

Luna's eyes grew darker with desire as she continued. "In my fantasy," she said, her voice low and sultry, "after I've had him in every way I can imagine—missionary, cowgirl, doggystyle—

Matt would pick me up, my legs still trembling, and place me on the bed. He'd grab my breasts, squeezing them together to form the perfect tunnel for his cock. And then," she took a shaky breath, "he'd start to fuck them, sliding back and forth, using my soft flesh to pleasure himself."

Jenna's eyes were glued to Luna's, the silence in the room electric. Luna's chest heaved with each breath, her nipples visibly hardened beneath her thin top. "He'd look down at me, watching the ecstasy on my face, and I'd just keep begging for more, pushing my tits together tighter, urging him to go faster."

Finally, Jenna found her voice, a hint of excitement in her tone. "And then what?" she asked, her heart pounding in her chest.

Luna leaned in closer, her voice barely above a murmur. "Then," she said, "I'd get on my knees and take his cock in my mouth again, sucking him clean, tasting myself on him. And when he's good and ready, I'd look up at him with those big, innocent eyes and tell him I want his cum all over me."

Jenna's cheeks were flushed now, and she couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her mind was racing with the vivid images Luna had painted. She swallowed hard, trying to find the right words. "Wow," she managed to say, "that's...that's pretty intense."