“You were the one who decided to screw my brains out, Mr. Dream ... Dragon ... Thing.”Tax looked down at himself. “I’m not a dream!”“Mm, I...think my boyfriend would really prefer it if you were...” the girl purred, her voice sounding eager as she touched her sex. She quivered. “F-Fuck. It...” she blinked. “Holy shit, this is real.”“I said that!” Tax whined.“Oh god, I had sex with a random dragon dude in an alien dimension!” The girl put her hands on her face. “Mark is- wait, no. No. Mark’s also. She had had her eye on Leighton ever since the first day of shooting, and her co-star’s continued depression about her break-up was just the opening she needed.Taylor had known from an early age what kind of appeal her sexuality had, and how powerful an asset it could be. Because she was so aware of her own appeal, she had a keener eye than most people twice her age for the appeal of others, especially women. It was true that she had never had a boyfriend; Leighton had assumed that it was. I had been dripping wet even before strippingSandra inspected a dozen different pledges, her body a pristine display of perfection. She sauntered, shaking her hips as she walked, and I couldn’t help but stare at that stereotypically plump black girl ass. Her slightly darkened skin was flawless, the highlights in her hair emphasizing her thick main. The rest of her was razor thin, her breasts small and sloping from her slender frame, barely hidden by her sports bra. She found something to. She was gorgeous and voluptuous. In my dreams, this woman and I have incredible sex at various exotic locations. I could not stop thinking about this woman no matter what I was doing. Something told me it was destined for me to be with this ‘dream girl’. For fourteen straight nights, I was lonely. It was such a miserable feeling. With no woman to call, I decided to get dressed and go out. I went to a club in midtown Manhattan, and as usual, it was packed. People were dancing and having a great.