All characters present are of legal age. Don't worry.
Believe it or not, but the first time we met was in a dream. She, dressed not in the same uniform we wore in her TV series, but in one identical to Brie Larson's in the first Captain Marvel film, looked completely wonderful. I was thinking in love until she came towards me.
"Hey, are you just going to watch me?" she asked me.
Iman squatted down and released my penis. The young heroine started stroking my penis gently. She then placed her mouth on the head of my dick, moving down inch by inch. She was hungry.
"I'm going to cum," I warned.
She took my dick out of her mouth and I shot my load on her face.
"This is delicious," she stated.
She stood up and looked at the watch on her wrist.
"I think time is up."
Before she disappeared into the mist, I screamed her name. She turned and looked at me.
"Don't worry, I have your address. We'll meet again," she told me.
I have no doubt that none of that had happened when I woke up. Admittedly, I've never met the MCU's new star in a fog-shrouded location. Even so, I couldn't forget the feeling of the best blowjob I'd ever received in my life.
I spent my whole week thinking about her.
On Saturday I woke up in the morning to the sound of the doorbell. I opened the door and there she was, wearing a black stormtrooper shirt, a blue denim jacket, some faded gray pants and Adidas sneakers.
"I was shooting nearby and decided to pay a visit. I'm not getting in the way?"
I didn't have any plans, but even if I did I was more than willing to cancel. Of course I wouldn't tell her that. I just said no and let her into my house.
"Your house is beautiful", she praised and took off her jacket, folded it and left it on her lap.
"Not as much as you," I said and shame immediately hit me hard.
"Thank you very much", she thanked me. "Could you bring me a glass of water?"
I went to the kitchen and got a cup from the top cabinet. I was enchanted watching as she took the glass to her beautiful lips. The same lips that enveloped my tower of flesh in my most intimate dreams.
"Are you like this because of me?"
I was embarrassed by the question, but I couldn't help it. The image of her sucking my dick never left my head, returning at the most inappropriate moments.
"Sorry," was all I could say.