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The dream is always the same. I am on my knees, stroking his cock, feeling the turgid warmth slide in and out of my hand, again and again, pulling at his cock with my hand. I can't see his face, but I know who he is; or rather, I know that I should know him... I just can't place his face. His thrusts are harder and harder until he is gripping the sides of my head, slamming his cock in and out of mt clenched fist, his balls bouncing up and down against his ass. The tremors start deep inside him, rumbling through his body until he grips my head hard and explodes. I pull his cock to my mouth and feel his creamy warmth spraying across my face, bathing my features with his slime. I lap at it happily, thrilling to the feeling of his hot semen covering my face.
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