69: Yours

Pov: Andre

In my dream, Bianca was sucking my cock.

Her mouth was soft and warm and wet and her hands knew how to unravel me completely. Squeezing and massaging with just the right speed and intensity that had my feet curling on the bed.

My entire body tightened with desire as her deft hands squeezed my balls, her mouth sucked me with a calm precision that had me jerking my hips deeper into her mouth.

"Don't stop," I groaned, thrusting my hips softly, "don't fucking stop, Bia."

"Ask nicely," a breathy voice demanded. She let out a low groan that reverberated through me and had my eyes flying open, the haze of sleep clearing immediately from my eyes.

"Bianca?" I asked, my head raised from the pillow a bit.

The lights in the en-suite bathroom was turned on and I remembered Bianca's fear of the dark as my eyes adjusted to the dim lights enough to see the outline of Bianca lying between my legs, her mouth on my dick, her perfectly shaped ass in the air.

"Yeah?" She whispered, her tongue c