It was either a very powerful wet dream, or, she visited my bed last night. When I woke, my sheets were wet and I needed a shower.
The passion and lust were powerful, as we transcended time and space and then liberated our pent up needs.
First! it was my face that felt the river of her cunt begin to flow., grinding her hips, as she smothered my face and beard. Then she rode her stallion, her blonde mane flailing behind, seemingly for miles before she crashed over the orgasmic finish line.
Damn, did I got her phone number?
