"That's...different," he said. "I didn't start this intentionally. I was dreaming and thought you were Emma!"
"Then why are you so hard?" she asked, her fingers encircling his thick rod. "Tell me this doesn't turn you on," she said, slowly beginning to pump him up and down.
"Ash," he began to protest, but faltered.
"Paul," she said, moving to lay on top of him, his c**k sticking upwards between her legs and resting against her p***y. "Tell me to stop and I'll stop," she said.
Paul had his eyes closed and was desperately trying to find some courage to get her off of him, but he had to admit it to himself. He wanted her. He wanted her badly.
He wrapped his arms around her and gently pressed her to him, feeling her red hair draping around down his face and neck.
"I've always had a thing
