Lost Reality

She lies awake staring into a pitch black atmosphere

Wondering whose hands were these holding her so close

Whose hot breath trickled on the back of her neck

Whose long shaft did she have wedged between her thighs

The same long rod that is becoming increasingly wet with her slick juices

And then she felt it.

A strong hand cupping her tender c-cup breasts, playing with her n*****s

Tugging and pinching, making her hotter and wetter and wanting to have this mystery man inside her

Again

 

To be continued

 

*Later That Night*

 

This girl; with eyes like rain and fire red hair.

Who stands at 5ft while this mystery man who towers over her; gently enters her.

She braces her hips back as if inviting him in deeper.

A deep groan exited his throat at this gesture. "Take me" she whispered.

Without hesitation he thrust his wanton c**k deep into her pleading p***y.

His left hand never leaving the pleasure bud that was her n****e while his right hand vigorously rubbed her already swollen c**t.

Whispering hoarse growls into her ear.

The sensation of his breath at her earlobe drove her past her limit of self control as she rocked her hips to the rhythm of his thrusts.

Close to her climax; literally at the peak of sexual satisfaction she went on all fours and slammed herself.

Pushing him deeper inside her, all the way to the hilt of his massive member as she fucked him

All her could do was hold her hips and enjoy the ride until she felt his creamy white seed spurt into her, pushing her into her own violent orgasm.

They fell into the same spoon mold they were in before and fell asleep. He felt at peace

 

But...he has no idea who this mystery sex siren in front of him is.

And from the bump he felt on her head; neither does she

"Who is this girl I saved?" David asked himself

"Where am I? Who am I? What happened to me?" were the questions on Fiona's mind.