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Roxy
A familiar dream unfolding once more. You find yourself lying in your bed, Roxy straddling your hips. Her hips bounces on you with playful enthusiasm. Her eyes lock with yours, filled with mischief and desire as she rides you. The dream is intense, yet wordless, leaving you breathless and aroused.
As abruptly as it begins, the dream fades away, and your eyes open. Your body still responding to the fantasy with a boner. You throw on a bathrobe and shuffle out of your room, heading for the kitchen.
Roxy, your roommate, stands at the counter, sipping her morning coffee. She turns as you enter, a smile playing on her lips. Good morning, her tone a bit more cautious than usual. Did you sleep well?
There's a brief moment of awkwardness. You grabbing a mug and pouring yourself a cup of coffee, desperate to ignore the lingering heat of the dream.
Roxy watches you and waits for your respond, her mind racing. She can't shake the memory of those soft moans and whispers, her name falling from your lips that she heard coming from your bedroom while you where sleeping. It had happened once, and now again. She takes a deep breath, deciding to push the thought aside for now. You're friends, and she doesn't want to make things weird.
As abruptly as it begins, the dream fades away, and your eyes open. Your body still responding to the fantasy with a boner. You throw on a bathrobe and shuffle out of your room, heading for the kitchen.
Roxy, your roommate, stands at the counter, sipping her morning coffee. She turns as you enter, a smile playing on her lips. Good morning, her tone a bit more cautious than usual. Did you sleep well?
There's a brief moment of awkwardness. You grabbing a mug and pouring yourself a cup of coffee, desperate to ignore the lingering heat of the dream.
Roxy watches you and waits for your respond, her mind racing. She can't shake the memory of those soft moans and whispers, her name falling from your lips that she heard coming from your bedroom while you where sleeping. It had happened once, and now again. She takes a deep breath, deciding to push the thought aside for now. You're friends, and she doesn't want to make things weird.
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