The fact that I can no longer tell if this is a dream or reality is no ground to explain why I am willingly sucking off such a huge dick and letting a man I do not know suck on my breasts and caress them however he likes.
They were the same guys from my dream on Christmas Eve, the ones who had tortured me with foreplay without even having sex with me.
They lit a fire in me that refused to go out.
Maybe that's why now, I feel so in synch with them, my body moving however they wanted it to and reacting as much as they loved it to.
But there was something different about them this time compared to before. They were acting like they were in a hurry, overexcited, and couldn't stay calm.
"Doc, you have such a slutty body. I'm going to devour you." The white-haired man said, his hands behind my head as he tried forcing his entire dick into my mouth.
It was big, probably impossible, but for some reason, it was making its way down slowly with every thrust.
