The Hardcore Daydreamer
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FOR ADULTS 18 YEARS AND OLDER
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She… she is all… she is everything. She is all I can think about, all that I can remember. Every time I close my eyes, she is there staring down at me, her smile warming me to the core, as she straddles me like a lover to her long lost man. Hovering over me like a silk cloak of lust and desire. Her hot velvet flesh like nothing I have felt before. Nothing I can give reference to or recall from a distant thought as my hands reach up to feel her. Her smooth, flawless, adult form molds itself against my hands, allowing me to feel every hard round, every ripple of her perfectly sculpted body, every curve built by her muscles, another flawless persona of her perfection, which I can grasp and embrace.