Well, in this case, I had to have been dreaming because there was no way I’d woken up to a pair of the softest, plumpest lips sliding down over my cock. It was too good to be true. Too. Fucking. Good. I’d done everything in my power not to lose my grip on one the best blowjobs to ever grace my dreams, but the second I heard her moan, I knew I couldn’t be dreaming. It was the real deal. How the hell did I get to be so damn lucky?I lazily peeled my eyes open and found her gorgeous brown eyes fluttering up at me. Her mouth sank down in a perfect rhythm, taking my entire length deep in her throat, and as she pulled back, her tongue flicked back and forth over the vein that ran along the underside of my cock. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. Her mouth, her lips, her tongue… Fuck, she is utter perfection. There was no better way to describe her because everything she did drove me absolutely wild and made me crave being inside of her that much more. “Babe, I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but I’ll do it over and over again if it means I get to wake up to this spectacular view every morning.”
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