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My friend, a person I’ve at all times secretly found attractive, has been a constant presence in my life. Our friendship has at all times come first, and any fleeting moments of flirtation were never taken too seriously. But one fateful Sunday morning at 9 am, he sent me a text that changed everything. “I had a dream about you,” he confessed, and my curiosity was immediately piqued.

In his dream, he found himself bound to the bed, wearing nothing but his underwear and a blindfold. The room was filled with anticipation as someone entered. It was a tantalizing woman, mounting him with a graceful confidence. Slowly, she shed her clothes, revealing her own desire, and the sound of her moans filled the air. Helpless to withstand, he could feel her pressing against him, the temptation growing stronger. She leaned in, kissing him passionately while expertly tending to his throbbing desire, shrouded only by his underwear. Sensually, she unveiled herself by shifting her panties apart, freeing his hardened manhood. She claimed him, riding him with a bewitching rhythm, guiding his hands to her exquisite breasts. The room resonated with their combined moans, their connection intensifying. Whispers of pleasure escaped from her lips as she told him just how incredible he felt inside her. Finally, they removed the blindfold, dissolving into a breathtaking climax, completely lost in the moment.

From that moment on, my perception of him shifted. Despite our long history, a hidden side of him emerged, instantly captivating me. The effect it had on me was undeniable; I was consumed with desire. Devising the perfect response, I texted him, willing to act upon this newfound arousal.

“Are you at home?” I messaged him, my heart pounding with anticipation.

“Yes,” he promptly replied.

“Are you alone?” I coyly inquired.

“Yeah… why?” he questioned, unaware of the storm he was about to unleash.

“I’ll be at your house in 20 minutes,” I boldly declared, leaving everything behind as I sprinted to prepare myself. A quick shower and a change of clothes were all that stood between me and the satisfaction that awaited.

My excitement grew with every step I took, my body responding to the proximity of our rendezvous. Silent words passed between us as we headed straight for the bedroom. His body relaxed on the bed, ready to be devoured by my desires. With careful precision, I placed a sleeping mask over his eyes, intimately binding his hands above his head to the bed. Straddling him, I embarked on a journey to fulfill his every fantasy.

His arousal was palpable, his cock pulsating with anticipation as I played with fire, teasing and moaning seductively. His reaction was electric as I skillfully maneuvered my panties to the side, engulfing him with an insatiable hunger. Our lips collided, filling the room with an intoxicating mixture of pleasure and abandoned restraint. The pace increased, my body rocking against his with an urgency that left him completely trapped beneath my touch. The tempo quickened, my desperation to make him release growing with each breathless moment. “Your cock… it feels incredible,” I gasped, urging him to surrender to the ecstasy coursing through us. Faster and faster, I rode him, both of us spiraling towards the edge. “Cum inside me,” I whispered, a plea dripping with desire. It didn’t take much longer until our bodies convulsed in unison, our release taking us to a dizzying climax.

Moments later, I cloaked myself in my clothes and stole away to the bathroom for a shower, leaving without a word. We hadn’t discussed our encounter yet, but for me, it was an experience I truly relished.

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