The scent of warm vanilla sugar surrounds me while I dream, and it's almost real. There's softness against me, and then I feel hands moving down my body and reaching into my sweats. I'm hard and weeping with need as Piccola's hand wraps around my length. This dream is so good that I thrust into her hand, ready for her to jerk me off.
There's so much I want to do to her, but first I need her to get me off. If I don't c*m right this second, I'm going to die.
"Holy shit."
I hear Piccola's words, and it's then that I blink my eyes open and see what she's doing. She's got her hands wrapped around my d**k, and she's stroking me as c*m runs down my length. I'm still half asleep and shocked in place, but I can't take my eyes off of how she works me. Once, twice, and by the third slide of her fi
