[ If figuring out what was going on was ever on his mind? It's rapidly being shoved deeper and deeper into the back of his mind until all his diamond-adled brain can think of is the curvy blonde dressed so sensually on top of him. It's selfish, to have every perverse thought vying for dominance in his mind; fuck up into her until he was a spent mess. Until her insides were overflowing and he went another round to churn her insides with bubbling cum. Straddle her in that bikini she wore and fuck into the tightened cleavage of her top; use the excess of him she'd no doubt pump out of him to lube them up and let his lower half melt in thrusting against her body. And in this dreamscape they share, faces nonfactors when all he can think of and see and feel is her, she would be rewarded handsomely for it. If she thought that he was addictive before with how he filled her up... ]
Fuck, Kyoko...always so damn good.
[ Was it the dream that made him feel even bigger than he usually was? The wild thrumming and insistence of his diamond suit, burning red at the core of his chest? Either way, his hands move to the curve of her hips, bottoming out in her effortlessly with room for more as his turgid measure throbs heavily around her stuffed entrance, his hips rolling a little to test the waters as the crown of his cockhead nudges on her core. ]
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Fuck, Kyoko...always so damn good.
[ Was it the dream that made him feel even bigger than he usually was? The wild thrumming and insistence of his diamond suit, burning red at the core of his chest? Either way, his hands move to the curve of her hips, bottoming out in her effortlessly with room for more as his turgid measure throbs heavily around her stuffed entrance, his hips rolling a little to test the waters as the crown of his cockhead nudges on her core. ]