Sweet dreams

She sits on the porch and lets her mind drift. One moment she's alone with her thoughts, the next a stranger appears, exactly the type she pictures when she touches herself: tall, attentive, and already hard for her. Clothes come off fast. She drops to her knees and takes him in her mouth, tongue working the length like she’s been waiting all day. He groans, pushes deeper, and she swallows every inch without hesitation. When he pulls out and paints her face, warm streaks land across her cheeks and lips, dripping down her chin. Later the same mouth opens again, this time lower, letting warm streams fill her throat while her fingers stay busy between her thighs. Every fantasy she’s had on that porch just turned real, and she’s smiling through the mess.