A Night In Vegas
I remembered addressing him as Chris, I remembered his reply, calling me a whore same as in the dream, I remembered crying in ecstasy on his lips, I remembered everything but not his facial looks or who he was, only his green eyes I could see vividly.
He took advantage of me and now I see him in my dreams, toying with my subconscious mind.
But there's nothing I can do to him, I don't know him and can't track him, and with my consoling mantra, 'everything that happened in Vegas stays in Vegas'. I'm not going to drag issues.
I cleaned up the thick juice from my pussy, before returning to bed. I didn't turn off the light this time for fear of having another sex session in my dreams.
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