wet dreams

she dreams of him at night touching herself under the covers silent beautiful moans escape her parted lips as her dainty fingers linger to the most precious part of her slowly moving in and out imagining it's him touching her all over she closes her eyes picturing his rough large hands roaming all over her petite body her breath hitches her toes curl her stomach knots it's coming she's coming all because of him - wet dreams

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