A wild dream

Last night the dream felt filthy. I was stripping, slow and deliberate, letting every inch of my body breathe under the lights. Blonde hair loose over bare shoulders, small perky tits catching the glow. I remember thinking all I wanted was one hard cock in my mouth. Then I woke up with the taste still there. My legs trembled when I stood. The sheets were twisted and damp, clinging to my thighs. Cum had dried in streaks across my cheek and neck. I touched it, warm and tacky, and knew it hadn’t just been a dream. Someone had fucked my face while I slept, left me marked, and I’d swallowed every drop without waking.