Lydia Dreams of More Sex

Her dreams were filled with thoughts of the great sex she’d had yesterday, of what she could do with her ****.

She was riding him, her hips thrusting forwards, her body covered in sweat.

Then she was on her knees, sucking him off.

Then she was standing up, her hands resting on the bed while Razir fucked her hard from behind.

Then she was laying with her head hanging off the bed, having her face fucked upside down, Razir’s cock being rammed deep down her throat.

Then Razir was on top, her legs wrapped round his back like earlier in the night.

Then she was on top of him, sucking and licking his dick sensually.

Then she was on all fours, Razir cupped her breasts, pinching the nipples while he fucked her.

Then she was back on her knees, Razir’s cum squirting all over her face and tits. Her chest tattoo barely showed beneath the mass of white. There was so much sperm all over her.

Between every other position, she kept being drawn back to thoughts of a blowjob.

She wasn’t normally one for giving blowjobs, she’d given a few in her time, but it wasn’t something she’d do with most lovers. Odd, that she was fanaticizing about it now. Perhaps it was the thoughts of the warning she’d been given.