Emily lay on her back, her body surrounded by a celestial and luminescent aura that she couldn't quite put a name to. Her pussy was wet, her nipples erect in pulsing anticipation of what was about to unfold. Entranced, she looked up in front of her to see a line of three muscular men, naked and fully erect, each staring hungrily at her from behind identical black masks.
Her legs floated apart to reveal her glistening pussy to them, and with ethereal grace the first man moved on top of her, his piercing blue eyes locked onto her gaze, his cock gently teasing her wet lips apart.
"Take me," she whispered breathlessly, then gasped as he slid his manhood inside her. She arched her back and pushed forward with every thrust, succumbing to the raw pleasure of the moment. Her moans and gasps echoed in her own ears, almost as if they belonged to someone else. As he released his load inside her Emily felt as if she were lifted in the air, lost in a moment of euphoria that radiated from her full heart.
The second man took his place, and Emily's moans continued to reverberate as his thick cock slid easily into her pulsing sex. His soft hands explored her breasts as he rode her, and each steady, rhythmic thrust swayed her body in wave-like motions. She closed her eyes and her senses filled with the sound of waves crashing on the shore in the distance, and the scent of rose petals and aromatic coffee in her nostrils. With one final thrust, the man released inside her, his warm and viscous release traveling through her veins all the way to the farthest extremities of her body.
As the third man approached her Emily turned on her elbows and knees, gliding her legs wide apart she savored the sensation of warm, soothing cum spilling out of her entrance and onto her legs. She shuddered as she felt the thickness of his member stretch her lips wide apart, feeling his flesh melding with hers, their bodies fitting together in perfect harmony as his velvety length slid back and forth, each stroke enveloping her g-spot with pure delight. When his release finally broke free, she felt herself melt with pleasure, her body sliding into a cocoon of warm bliss.
Emily awoke with a start, a thin sheen of sweat coated her trembling skin. Her chest heaved, the lingering echoes of the vivid dream still intoxicating her. She bit her lip, stifling a shameful moan.
As she descended into the kitchen, she could feel the shame and guilt swirl within her, feeding the fear that something in their relationship was growing darker and more distant by the day.
"Morning," Adam said, his voice restrained as he sipped his coffee.
"Good morning," Emily replied, attempting to sound carefree.
"How did you sleep?"
