Tom was dreaming. The situation was so utterly, staggeringly unbelievable that it had to be a dream. He would have pinched himself, except that he really, really didnβt want to wake up.
Besides, in his current position pinching himself would have looked more than a little bit weird.
His current position was lying on his back in a plush five-star hotel bed, stroking the smooth, soft thighs of Amelia Atwood - the Amelia Atwood - as she eased her near-naked body onto his pulsing erection with a soft moan of pain and pleasure.
Tom gasped as Amelia tossed her gleaming hair and arched her back, pouting out that magnificent bosom, her nipples poking daintily through the flimsy red silk of her negligee. Slowly, rhythmically, her hips began to roll and bounce, making the luxurious turns and tumbles of her silky golden tresses float and shimmer. She looked like one of those classical paintings of an angel descending from the clouds in an aura of heavenly light.
Except, of course, that angels didnβt moan and squirm with lust as they bounced up and down on your cock like a deranged cowgirl.
Or make such terrible bargains...
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Sorry the snippet is so brief. Life has been a bit full on recently, but I've been working on my stories and pics, carving out a bit more time for them every week.
As for this one, I wanted to add some lines to create a sense of motion around the tummy in the second pic here. May come back and do it later.
Hope you like her!
Halrion
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