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Sofia was currently sleeping when she had what she would call one of the best dreams ever.

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the secluded garden. Jasmine blossoms perfumed the air, their delicate fragrance weaving through the night. Soft petals brushed against the stone path as two souls stepped into the magic of the moment.

Sofia, her eyes wide with wonder, wore a flowing gown that trailed behind her like stardust. Her heart fluttered as she looked up at Mark, the man who had ignited a fire within her. His dark hair fell across his forehead, and his eyes held secrets—promises of love and longing.

They stood by the ancient fountain, its water shimmering like liquid moonlight. Mark took Sofia's hand, his touch sending ripples through her soul. The world faded away, leaving only the two of them, bound by an invisible thread of destiny.

"Sofia," he whispered, his voice a velvet caress. "Do you believe in magic?"

She smiled, her fingers tracing the edge of his palm. "In this garden, under this moon, I do."

He drew her closer, their breaths mingling. "Then let me show you."

Mark leaned down, his lips brushing against hers. Time slowed, and the universe held its breath. Their kiss was a revelation—a promise etched in starlight. The taste of him was like summer rain, sweet and intoxicating.

As they pulled away, Sofia's heart danced. "What magic is this?"

He chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers. "It's the kind that defies reason. The kind that makes us forget the world outside."

Sofia pressed her cheek against his chest, listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat. "I want to forget everything but this moment."

"Then stay with me," he murmured. "Stay until the sun rises, and we'll weave our own constellations."

And so they did. They danced beneath the moon, their laughter echoing through the garden. They whispered secrets—the kind that only lovers share—into the night breeze. And as dawn approached, they clung to each other, knowing that this magic was fragile, yet eternal.

In that moonlit garden, love bloomed like the jasmine, and the stars themselves leaned in to witness their story. For Sofia and Mark, time ceased to exist. They were entwined, forever etched in the soft glow of a thousand whispered promises.

her dream was soon replaced with a new one of her and mark kissing in bed and playing with each other leaving each other wanting more.  Oh, Mark Just touch me she whined, arching impatiently against his hand. He couldn't make either of them wait any longer. Slowly, he brought his middle finger down and slid it gently over her folds. Sofia threw her head back. 'God, yes. Keep going.' He did it again, this time his fingertip slipping between and gathering her wetness. He parted her with two fingers and found her clit, rubbing it in small circles. She cried out against his lips, and he was lost. The taste of her, the smell of her, the feel of her so close against him, skin to skin. Time and space had no meaning anymore. There was only her." 

at that moment Sofia jumped up from her sleep panting and she looked at her clock to see it was three thirty in the morning not knowing that on the other side of two the person in her dreams had the same dream was awake also thinking about the dream and her and was now trying to fix his hard dick because he didn't want anyone to take care of it but his Sofie the woman of his dreams literally and boy was both of them happy that his wife moved to Milwaukee and he lived alone now. Mark thought it would be easier to get a divorce with her so far away its been twelve months since she came to this world and six months since mark wife left.