Melisa jerked awake, her breasts heaving and sweat coating her body.
She clutched at her throat, the phantom sensation of a massive cock still lingering there.
"What the actual fuck," she whispered into the darkness of her bedroom.
The dream had been so vivid, so real. Probably because it wasn't actually a dream at all. She could absolutely see it being real.
She'd been Isabella. Again, not just watching her, but being her. Kneeling before Kimiko, her cock-hungry mouth stretched wide as her mother face-fucked her.
"More, more," Isabella had begged between thrusts. "Fuck my throat, Mom!"
And Kimiko had obliged, grabbing Isabella's pink hair and ramming her length down her daughter's eager throat. Isabella had practically worshipped that cock, her eyes glazed with lust as she choked and gagged and loved every second of it.
Melisa could still taste it. Still feel the weight of Kimiko's balls slapping against her chin. Still hear Isabella's muffled moans of ecstasy.
