We met, in a past life. Or lives… you mentioned so many.
But, this time was different. Was it a dream? No, couldn’t be.
I remember that dick. The “Red Wood”. One I always loved climbing?
You said you remembered how much of a cum slut I was for you. Taking that fucking cock like a champ every time you pumped into my cunt. Forcing that mushroom tip into my womb like trying to break into a bank of some sort.
Bank for your cum, but you gotta get passed the door first.
And of course, I let you just berate and degrade me. And I giggle in anticipation for what comes next. Maybe I will…
And then, like a dream in Daddy’s girl phone sex, you became real.