Shadows Of Passing Time – Carter Hughes 101

 

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One finger slipped inside me, slow and possessive, stretching me, exploring, making me feel every inch of his touch as he worked me open, teasing me with shallow thrusts. My head fell back against his shoulder, lips parted as my body bucked, begging for more, for something deeper, harder. Another hand found my breasts, fingers tugging at my n****e, rolling it between calloused fingertips until I was panting, my body an unrestrained blaze of sensation. 

“I want to see you take us,” one of them murmured, his voice rich with desire as he pressed his hardness against me, his breath hot against my cheek. “Every. Single. Inch.” 

My body trembled, my slick heat clenching around his fingers, as I felt myself open, surrendering completely, my mind lost in the fog of lust and need. The sensation was so overwhelming, so all-consuming, that it felt like I might dissolve like they could devour me entirely. 

Just as I was ready to give in, to beg for all of them the sensations began to fade, melting away like smoke. The heat, the hands, the bodies pressed against me-they vanished, leaving me trembling, empty, alone. I gasped, my eyes snapping open to find myself in my bedroom, sheets tangled around me, my body still pulsing, throbbing from the vivid, haunting memory of that touch, that need. My hand drifted between my thighs, finding myself soaked and sensitive, the ache still lingering, the sensations feeling as real as if they’d actually been here. Who were they? 

But it was a dream. Just a dream. Yet as I lay there heart racing, skin tingling, I couldn’t shake the feeling that they were out there, waiting for me… watching, ready to claim me in ways my mind could barely comprehend. f*****g ridiculous. There was only one person for me. 

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