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I was in a deep sleep, aware someone was licking my pussy with a silken tongue, pressing warm lips against my swollen, damp ones that trembled like the final leaves on a tree being pulled by the wind.
Intense, rippling pools of pleasure welled through my body, centered from my womb, expanding like a hot air balloon wafting upwards from the ground as it filled with warmth on a cold, sunny winter’s morning.
Somehow, I was ascending into pink fluffy clouds, enjoying being worshipped. His tongue slathered enthusiastically up and down my creamy furrow, preceded by a nose that caught my pink nub, pressing hard on that sensitive button, eliciting my pique frisson of excitement.
I heard exuberant whimpering with hungry slurping as though my pussy were a gateway to happiness for two, the pleasure giver and receiver.
I was unable to respond; such was my rolling dream state of ecstasy. A nearby whore moaned lasciviously, and I stared through a tawdry mist lingering in the corridors of my mind, squinting to see who it was.