He groggily stared at the girl beneath him, kissed her lips with no hesitation, pried open her lips and teeth, greedily enjoying her taste. Unconsciously, he undressed the girl, kissing and caressing her passionately.
In the dream, the girl felt as if countless ants were running back and forth in her blood, this tingly pleasure making her feel so comfortable, so indulgent.
But what followed was a wave of pain; she felt as if her lower body was being torn apart. She wanted to open her eyes, to resist, but found herself powerless, only able to endure such a nightmare, a blush-inducing nightmare.
After the pain, she was almost driven mad; it was the first time in her life she had a wet dream, and it was so real, so pleasurable.
She had always rejected men, but never expected men could have such a skill, a skill that gave her extreme comfort.
