35 Wet Dreams (1/2)
In the middle of the night, Zhao Pan dreamed about chasing Xiao Fang so she can pin him down, make him savagely fuck her tight pussy, and shoot his hot milk inside of her again and again till she is satisfied.
However, every time she got close to him, he would suddenly disappear into thin air. She got so upset that her eyes became teary.
”Why does he hate me?”, she thought.
When she looked back up, she saw Xiao Fang just a few meters away, slowly approaching her. She stood completely still and didn't make a sound. She feared that even a peep would be enough to scare him away again.
He walked around her once, then stopped once he was standing right infront of her. He looked down at her hands admiringly, as he gently lifted them up. Her heart fluttered from the way he looked at them.
She suddenly saw his hands creeping into her robes starting from the stomach, but she felt him stop just as his finger made contact with her bare skin.
He looked into her eyes, her body heated up, and her heart raced. She looked at him as if she was trying to say:
”please, don't stop”.
In the next moment, she suddenly found herself on the floor with him on top of her.
His hand movements were slow and gentle, skillfully massaging her relatively large twin mountains before caressing the rest of her body. She directed his fingers into her sweet spot as he was kissing her neck passionately. When his fingers penetrated her sacred fruit her head cocked back and she grunted.
She felt her sweat trickle down her skin and Xiao Fang's iron rod pressing against her sweaty body.
She reached down with both her hands and wrapped her fingers elegantly around his hard, massive, cock. He immediately began thrusting through her sweaty palm like a beast. It was such an erotic feeling in her delicate hands that it made her lower lips salivate even more.
”It's so big. I can barely wrap my fingers around it”, she thought.
Her breathing became unsteady, this was exactly how she remembered it, because that's all it was; a memory. She closed her eyes and, without thinking, tried to kiss him.
His hands suddenly stopped, he slowly got up, and said the last thing she wanted to hear, ”If we meet again, then we are fated”. She reached out to him as he faded away into nothing.
When she saw him disappear again she sat up in her dream, but also in real life, and screamed:
”No!”
She was panting heavily, her heart was racing even faster than before, and her body was covered in sweat. Her sleeping gown had slid off one of her shoulders, and it had left one of her erotic pink nipple plates exposed.
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Zhao Pan knew there was no way she would know about Xiao Fang and her. So she assumed she was talking about the man that raped her when she was young.