Dave, dear David. I have longed to have your sweet meat all to myself for as long as I can remember, and now I have you. We are in a cave in the Sierra Nevada watching the sun rise. You don't know I want you to drive your stake into my willing soil, but I won't let a minute go by without you finding out.
You wake up disoriented; you just had a strange dream you wanted to tell me about, only to find out it's coming true. You moan in appreciation for my talents. I am devouring your cock, sucking it with all my might. My tongue ring twists your mind in knots when I use it to probe along the ridge of your dick head, and when I deep throat you almost blow your wad. But you stay in control as I always knew you would. I love it when you grab my head and fuck my mouth like it's a ripe, wet pussy and love to feel your johnson test, touch, and tease the back of my throat. I work my magic to make you cum faster and pollinate my oral orifice with your seed.
Fully awake now, you feel it's time for you to taste my sweet, juicy womanhood. You stand me up and put one of my legs on your shoulders and dig in like a man starved. I simply cannot help but moan as I run my fingers through your sandy brown hair while you flick your tongue masterfully across my clit and invades my inner spaces. Heavy breathing greets your ears when you mate your lips to my lower lips. Then your finger collects some of the nectar from my drenched vagina to lubricate my asshole I lose all control, my legs turning to water. That doesn't slow you down in the least; you are supporting my full weight with one arm and you have a finger in my most forbidden place all the way up to the third knuckle, all the while your tongue still working as if it has a mind of it's own. Cumming was a forgone conclusion. And boy do I cum!
