silverlaker

I had the most delicious dream. It was the same beautiful man and he was sliding up into me. The skin on his cock was soft and taut. His scent was overwhelming. I threw my head back and he grabbed my hair, thrusting deeply. Just the right amount of force. I was wet beyond belief. I came in waves and as I cried out in the pleasure of it all, he pulled me close.
-My name is Gabriel, he said.

Our eyes met. I came a final time. In the morning, my thighs were wet and creamy. Serge knocked on the door, stepping in with a tray of breakfast thingys.

-Fina, Im sorry to wake you my pet, but we must get going.

His Belgian accent was so sensual. It convinced me into whatever.
Serge and I met Dalhia at her gallery. She had commissions for 6 new pieces and each client wanted their Serge original 5 minutes ago. I sat there, gazing at Dahlia; taking in every detail of her perfect gamine hair. The fine tailored garments she woreand most importantly, the delectable smoothness of her thighs and breasts that she was unable to mask, no matter what fabric she was swathed in. Of course, I knew this flesh personally. Just staring at her did it for me. Dahlia was sophisticated and very raw. She saw me staring, even under my black wraps, and she winked.
I crossed my legs high, just for her. I watched myself in the large mirror behind her. Something distracted me outside. I looked. Nothing.
Serge got up. Dahlia leaned in.

-Are you free tonight?
-Certainly, I replied.

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