INDIGOI was having a wet dream. Again.This time I was on my knees in Leah’s room, my ginger curls wrapped tight around a strong fist while I choked on a thick cock, drool running down my chin as I tried to take every inch. The man above me groaned low, his eyes locked on mine with dark satisfaction.“Good girl,” he murmured, voice rough with pleasure. “Just like that, Indigo. Deeper.”My pussy clenched hard even in the dream, soaking my thighs. I woke up gasping, hips grinding desperately against my pillow, my nightshirt bunched around my waist and my fingers already between my legs, rubbing my swollen clit. I was drenched — panties ruined, sheets sticky. Sweat clung to my skin and my ginger curls stuck to my neck.For a second I stayed there, riding the edge, chasing the orgasm that felt so close. It was the same dream that had tortured me every single night since I stayed over at Leah’s house two weeks ago.I hadn’t meant to spy. I was only going to the bathroom when I heard th
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