Focusing on the choker, brought me back to the sweet memories of being ravaged by my ex. The memory excited me deeper than I even realized. I even felt my pussy becoming a little moist. I touched my smooth pussy mound and felt a thrilling tingle emanating from my loins. A few months ago, I decided to shave all my pubic hair. It would have been tiresome to make the carpet match the drapes, so I found it easier to shave it away. An additional plus side is that I love the smooth feeling every time I touch myself. I allowed myself to explore further to my labia. I was indeed getting wet. I glanced at the mirror and smiled to myself. I knew that I was too tired to pleasure myself right this very moment, but I was certain that at some point today I would be screaming from pleasure. Back then, I had no idea how right I was.
Before exiting from the bathroom, I put my dress back on. Sure, I was riding a sexual high, but it still felt wrong to be completely nude in my parents’ house. My nipples were pointing right through the thin fabric, but it was good enough. It’s funny how one can get some feeling of modesty even by having something on. Being “properly” dressed, I walked towards my old room. Fatigue, which was caused by the weather and activities I’ve had during the noon, was getting to me. I needed to lay down and close my eyes for a moment.
When I entered my room, a familiar scent filled my nose. I have a lot of fond memories of this small room, and it seems that those memories are triggered by the senses I experience. It must not have been more than 6 hours when I was here last time, but the pleasant flood of old memories seems to hit me whenever I step into my old room. I smiled and sat down on my old bed. My parents had not really changed much in the room after I moved out. Obviously, I did not mind. I loved that everything was exactly in the correct places. For example, my bed still had roughly a hundred pillows placed at the front of the headboard, just the way I liked it. If I had to study or work from my desk, I had just enough room for my chair. And most importantly, the TV was precisely at the correct height. If I wanted to watch TV before a nap, I could do it by laying at the end of the bed on my stomach or my side without getting my neck hurt. Just perfect.
I opened the streaming service and started watching one of my favorite sitcoms/dramas. I must have watched all the seasons at least 20 times by now. But I did not mind since even if I leave the show open, I will not miss anything. In my opinion, there isn’t a better way to fall asleep. I grabbed one of the pillows and then took a comfortable position on my stomach from the end of the bed. It took me mere minutes to reach the state where you are not really asleep but not really awake either. I was hardly able to identify the intro song of the show. My stamina levels were so low that it is quite safe to admit that I did not need the white noise coming from the TV. But it was nice, nevertheless.
I drifted to dreamland. At the back of my head, I was still hearing the television show. The scenes of the show got mixed up with the events that I had experienced earlier today. At one moment I was swimming at the lake and then the next I was kissing a character from the show. Then I found myself playing catch with Brody and a few seconds later I am undressing my bikinis alone in the living room from the show. Now I am staring at my naked body in the mirror, but I was not alone anymore. Once again, my lips are touching him, and my bare breasts are pushing against his strong chest. Except he is no anymore a character from the show, he is now my ex. For my sexual delight, this was the bus stop where my subconscious was taking me.
There was no need for words when it came to dreams. I knew that he knew what I wanted him to do to me. I had missed him dearly after we had split up, so it is only fair that he visits me when I slept. I needed him right now, hard. I wanted him to take me roughly, smacking my ass and pulling my hair. I could not wait for him to ravage me and make me his bitch. Suddenly and conveniently, there was a sofa right next to us. I kissed him once more before turning around and assuming my favorite position in front of him. When my knees were leaning on the sofa, I pushed my butt up and wiggled it in front of my ex. I was shaking from the anticipation of having his big cock piercing my tight little pussy. But he was taking things slow, teasing me. His hands touched me everywhere and I could sense the tension building up. But he did not penetrate me as I had hoped. To my not-so-unpleasant surprise, I noticed that he had a different idea. Instead of pushing into me right away, I could feel his tongue exploring my backside. He was such a tease and knew me so well. I do appreciate good foreplay before the main course.
I turned my body around on the sofa to see him eye to eye. He smirked knowingly that I had his full attention. I gave him a naughty smile and crossed my legs in front of him. Two can play this game. And oh my… I should have known that he was playing for the win. Without skipping a beat, he pushed his head toward the area I had just blocked from him. He was vigorously trying to attack my pussy and it was making me giggle in delight. His rough tongue was tickling my thighs and his gentle bites kept me wishing for more. He always knew how to make the girl feel wanted.
I was no longer sure if my teasing had a bigger effect on him or myself. I was quite surprised at how horny had I become already. My loins were dripping wet from all the bent-up pressure I had built during the afternoon. I could no longer wait anymore, I just had to spread my legs and allow my ex-lover to bury his face on my womanhood. Simultaneously as I was giving access to him, I reached the back of his head and forced his face right between my legs. The loverboy of my dreams needed no encouragement, but I still wanted to show my enthusiasm.
He attacked my pussy lips with such vigor that it caught me off-guard. He had always been eager in the bedroom, but now he was lapping my juicy cunt as he had never tasted something as wonderful before. I absolutely loved it. I especially enjoyed the feeling of him licking my sensitive clitoris. I was moaning from the sensation. No one had ever orally pleasured me like he was just doing. There was something new and thrilling about him that I had not noticed before. And he did not forget other parts of my vagina. I could not understand how he could touch about every square millimeter of my pussy in a fraction of a second. But I did not care either as long as he did not stop. If it was up to me, this dream would never stop.
As the moments dragged on, he tirelessly kept licking and sucking me. If he kept this going, I would explode in his face. I knew that I was fighting a losing battle, but I wanted to extend the climax as much as I could. When I finally would orgasm, it was going to be a shattering experience. While I tried to edge myself to oblivion, I got a sudden urge to suck him as well. I was sure that the second when I thought about sucking him, I was able to taste him on my lips. Or did I taste him first and then thought about it? Either way, in my dreams, my partner had already read my mind as well and was already positioning himself on top of me for classic 69. Well, at least quite classic. Usually, I’m the one at the top, but it is nice to mix things up.
I could not wait to have his huge, handsome cock in my mouth. He was standing next to the sofa, leaning over me, and balancing himself with his hands, so he would not crush me under his strong and heavy muscles. He was so considerate that I wanted him even more. His nimble tongue had already returned to lick my clitoris and pussy. I sighed loudly when he resumed his tongue tornado. He had upped his game since the last time we had fucked each other. I simply had to get my lips on his tool as well and return the favor. I tried to reach his loins, but he was standing a little too far. I found myself at the edge of the sofa, but I knew that I could stretch myself further. I grinned naughtily, grabbed his ass with both of my hands, gave a little squeeze, and pulled myself closer until I was close enough to return the oral pleasure he had already been giving for the last few minutes.
My head was now over the side of the sofa. While being upside down, I had an excellent view of my lover’s package. Even more lustful thoughts were running into my mind while I stared at him. But soon I remembered that I had a job to do. I started to jerk him off and lick the top of his cock to make him harder. His dick tasted intoxicating and it was driving me nuts. The taste was a little bit muskier and saltier than I had remembered, but I could not care less. I had to have him. In a matter of seconds, he was becoming bigger and firmer. I tried my best to lubricate his cock with my saliva so my hand would slide smoother on the surface of his penis. While I licked the shaft, I also played with his nuts. The balls looked and felt huge. It must’ve been a lonely few months for him without me being there to drain him regularly. I promise I will make my dream ex empty his sack into me today. Hopefully more than once.
The tasty cock in front of me was now slippery from the blowjob that I was giving him. I took a firm grip on the pulsating member and my hand slid effortlessly at its surface. If I wanted him to blow his load around the same time as I was going to climax, I had to use every trick in my playbook to please him. I did not have much experience of being showered with cum, but at this very moment, I could not think of anything else than him shooting his sperm at my face. I started to jerk him as fast as I can while sucking and licking the tip of his cock. My efforts were having an almost immediate effect on my dream lover, I soon noticed how his loins started to twitch from the excitement. And if that wasn’t enough of a sign of arousal, I was able to taste his precum which emerged from his cock.
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