My escape is my memory of you, wishing dreams could come true. Since being a youth next to you in a pew, my mind naturally wanders to you doing naughty things like the following:

The thing between you and me is more than a memory. When the power of your voice comes, my fingers you become, pushing open the tight gate, sliding in and out and in again…you make me slippery when wet by just talking to me, so imagine us dirty, cum swimming…but let’s start at the beginning…

Straddling closed my knees, naked above me, kneeling yet fully erect, you stare with intention into my eyes while filling your large, gentle fists with my tits,

tight abs leaning your lips to lick my lips, when all of a sudden, compulsion takes my hands from pawing your face straight between your legs,

You hovering over my head, I slide your cock-rock between my soft tit-mounds, until your tip hits my lips

Here, my tongue collides with your cock to lick then suck you into a slow-slide…suck in…and out again and again and again,

all the while, you’re fingering my nipples, and staring down, watching your cock slip between my tits and my lips, but as your cum begins to burn hot-cocked, you stop…

Parting my legs and cradling my knees over your elbows, you tease my valley with your cock-rock as I push your head in, my hand feeling every inch of you move inside my pussy…deep…and deeper…and

then friction gone you pound, fucking like we always knew we would as you slide in and out, in and out, bouncing the bed with titty-slaping, ball-spanking fucking that makes me so slippery wet as between my pussy lips you cum in me…