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Chapter 21 by Torg Torg

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Dreams

The warmth of bodies and the soft rustling of leaves lull you to a peaceful slumber. The scent of sex lingers in the air as you drift off, the afterglow of your shared pleasure enveloping you like a comforting blanket. You dream of more days like this, where you can explore each other's bodies and deepen your bonds under the watchful eye of Mother Nature herself.

In your dreams, you see yourself teaching them more about the pleasures of the flesh, guiding their eager hands, and tongues to new heights of ecstasy. The thought alone makes your dick stir in anticipation, threatening to wake you up. But the exhaustion from your vigorous lovemaking session keeps you under, your manhood throbbing gently in its sleeping state.

Meanwhile, Maple, Walnut, and Ash are also lost in their own erotic reveries. They relive the day's events in their dreams, relishing every touch, every moan, every shared orgasm. Their bodies quiver in their sleep, slickness seeping from between their legs as they fantasize about what else they could learn from each other and from you.

As time passes by in a hazy blur, the sun dips below the horizon, casting long shadows across the forest floor. The animals of the night begin to stir, their nocturnal calls echoing through the trees.

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