BEE Sugar Baby
She suddenly whispers when I'm sucking her neck.
"Of course, it's a dream." I reply before continuing my assault on her neck while palming her clothed breasts that she always complained about, the whole thing with Asian genetic and the average A cup.
But for me they're just perfect.
"Good," she sighs at the added sensation, "Because I want you so much right now, you have no idea, Calvin Gunn. I've been wanting you since Jakarta. I want you, Honey."
This is indeed a dream, because there's no way the sober Alya will say that to my face, there's no fucking way she'll be vulnerable like this.
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