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Love
The Takeover
The Takeover
My conscience is no longer mine since she fucked with my mind
I have no sense of self, I have no concept of time
The fabric of my dreams are interwoven with her
I can't help it but calmed emotions begin to stir
There she appears as a goddess as if out of nowheres
Hair cascading over her shoulders, mound covered with the same hair
The last time that I saw her, she was sporting shorts with a cameltoe down there
But now as I watched, I could see my name I Is Me appear
Carefully trimmed in , she must have taken her time and did it
My dream was filled with her natural scent and my desire to hit it
The areola was only slightly darker than all the rest
But how can such a Shorty have these beautiful breast
Lying back on a cloud, she burst a squirt
Slid two fingers deep inside of herself acting as though they hurt
Cream oozing, trailing down into her ass crack
In this dream, she welcomes me back
First off is the serving of a feast
As she opens wider commanding me to feast
The dream allows me to savor the cream
I cleaned up her pussy and asshole, and everything in between
But my Boo is a squirter and ooh there is so much
Sliding two fingers into her pussy, so that she burst another nut
My dick is throbbing begging for it's turn at the mound
But my Boo is of that nature, she likes to be pent down
Both hands held above her head, although she feigns to resist
Her pussy grabbed my dick and started to French kiss
She wrapped one leg around the small of my back
And with pulling motions she went on the attack
Her pussy and mouth in unison began to moan
As we both nutted, she whispered in my ear, "welcome home"
I rolled off of that pussy, hit the fucking floor and that shit hurt
Not only did I have a wet dream, but I was also late for work
