teazdndenied: If Michael didn’t stop having this dream he was certain he was going to lose his
teazdndenied: If Michael didn’t stop having this dream he was certain he was going to lose his mind. It was the same thing…. night after night….. It always started the same way, alone with his wife’s best friend, Mary Beth. They would be on the couch, and to Michael’s surprise she would begin seducing him. Her warm tongue teasing and licking his ear…. moist lips brushing and kissing his neck…. Her breath warm and sweet as she whispered soft, sultry promises of pleasures to come…. Her hand rubbing him ever so softly through his pants, making him stiffen and swell with need for her…. Finally, she unbuttons his shirt and begins kissing her way down his chest…. but, just as her lips are about to kiss where he longs to feel them most, his dream loops back and again her kisses are descending slowly down his chest… His dream continues like this, like an endless loop, Mary Beth’s lips always descending… approaching… yet never reaching their target….. only to start their slow, sensual descent once more…. Eventually Michael awakens in a sweat…. breathing labored…. cock throbbing… tormented by thoughts of desperate lust for his wife’s best friend…. his cock swollen, aching and dripping as his wife sleeps peacefully next to him…. -- source link