A strange dream about Emma

I’m sitting on a beach chair, looking out past the sand to the rushing waves of the vibrant ocean. To my right is Emma, laying down on her own beach chair.

In her hand is a blue popsicle, slowly dripping as she brings it up to her face. She licks the underside, slowly bringing her tongue up to the tip, before starting to swirl it around the top.

I feel myself starting to get hard, my cock straining against my beach shorts.

She kisses the top of the popsicle, gives it a few more licks, and then finally wraps her lips around it. With a bob up and down she starts to suck on the popsicle.

Her lips detach from the popsicle with a pop as she gives me a sly smile. She rubs the popsicle a bit with her hand, then starts going to town on it once more.

Loud slurping sounds come from her as her head moves up and down the popsicle. Her head then dives forward, taking the popsicle all the way to the base.

Glug glug glug glug glug.

She continues to move back and forth before finally separating from the popsicle, strands of the substance still clinging to her lips desperately.

“You’re so big.” She whispers, gripping the popsicle once more and giving it a few strokes. “And you taste soooo good.”

Her head was suddenly yanked by an invisible ****, once more taking the whole popsicle to the base. A gaggle of **** sounds escaped her mouth as she looked towards the sky with watered eyes.

After a surprisingly long time of **** on the popsicle she was finally released from its torment, taking her mouth off of the popsicle and sticking her tongue out.

There, in the middle of her tongue, was a small pool of popsicle liquid. With a loud gulp she swallowed it all up, before giving me a final serene smile.

“Did you like that, baby?” She whispered. “I swallowed it all for you.”

As I opened my mouth to respond she suddenly giggled, acting as if I had already said something.

“I know, I know, only for you.” She licks her lips. “That goes for my mouth and down there…”

Her hands snaked down her body, ending just a little under her abdomen.

“Now come on…” She stands up, starting to walk away. “…let’s have some fun.”

I wake up with a gasp, suddenly realizing that it was all a dream. I look down at myself, seeing I now have a blanket covering me. Aww Emma, you’re so kind.

I pull the blanket off, seeing the slight budge in my pants that meant I’m still hard. That dream about Emma and that popsicle was weird…

But god, that was so hot. I wanna rub one out before it fades away.

I start heading towards the bathroom when I realize I can hear the shower on as well as some music playing. And…singing?