Let him take whatever he wants.

Despite Orland's warning, you figure this guy will feel close to you just by the physical closeness, unlike actual passion. You decide to not slow him down, feeling him rapidly strip you of your shirt. He fiddles with your lacy bra, but gets it off of you. You sigh contently as he observes your body. "You're beautiful..." he tells you.

"Thank you..." you respond, pulling up his shirt. The guy isn't fit, but he's certainly not bad looking. Gentle muscle and flat abs make sure he's not too thin, but not fat either. You smile, admiring his chest as he starts to work on your leggings. Responding to the situation, your clothes easily begin to slide off. Within moments, you're standing naked before him. You cross your arms behind your back, just letting him look at you. "Just remember..." you tell him, "Anything your heart desires..."

Needing no further encouragement, he tugs your hand and pushes you down onto his bed, finishing stripping himself. He's nicely sized, and you hope your new pussy can accommodate him. He climbs on top of you, gently rubbing your sides as he guides himself to your entrance. He gently penetrates you, making you gasp. You suddenly feel him press up against your hymen, making you wonder if angels regenerate it to make mortals happier. Still, it's a cross of pleasure and intense pain as your hymen breaks, feeling him thrust deep into you. You moan softly, feeling him pant and groan with feelings completely unknown to him. You suddenly feel him explode inside you, filling your pussy with warmth. "Mmm..." You moan, holding him up. "Just relax... this is a dream... you can take me as much as you want... no waiting, mmkay?"

David grins. "Wow... I wish I dreams like this more often..." He continues to **** your pussy, making you start to scream in pleasure. "Oh David! Yes!" You love how energized he's making you, and you can't help but come on his cock. Hours pass by where David does nothing but drill you, making you come more than you ever have in one session before. You try every position you can think of, pleasuring both you and him intensely with your sexual adventure. You soak the bed with your juices, and your womb gets filled with his come over and over again.

But just before dawn, he begins to slow down, being much more gentle. You're on top of him, riding him and leaning down to kiss him. He softly caresses your hourglass curves, and you feel close to him. You begin to realize if this is the kind of feeling you can have with every mortal you fuck, you wonder to yourself why you didn't go on the side of good earlier. You feel him come one more time in you, his eyes fluttering as he tries desperately to stay awake. You smile to yourself and kiss him one more time. "Maybe in another dream I'll visit you again..."

"Thank you..." David whispers. "My angel..." And with that, he falls asleep into a blissful slumber. You slowly climb off him, your clothes once again magically attaching themselves to you.