The lights grow dim on her side of the glass. You grab your pants and pull out your wad of bills, you quickly dispense dollar after dollar into the ma...hine. The lights come back on. She smiles. The music is still going, and she’s still naked. She sits on the chair, and holds the pencil to her face. She traces it down her chest, over her lovely tits. She lets it slide across her nipples, making them grow in arousal. She moans and arches her back, thrusting her head back as she takes her other. I didn’t look at a single one. All who penetrated me were just cocks to me, filling my hole and sending shivers of fleeting pleasure through me before dissipating and making me desperate for another hit. At work during a quiet period I even tried to spy on Mattie in the bathroom through the keyhole. I guess it was better that I didn’t get to see anything.And the dream came back. Every night. It always started the same; I was on my knees in the dark room. It was humid and stuffy and a manly. Then I told him it’s my turn now, and I removed his underwear and I can’t believe it was hell huge and very thick clean dick. I asked his what’s his size and he told he never measured it. I told him I am curious and I want to know. So we measured it and it was just more than 8″ he asked about mine and I told mine is around 6″. Then I firstly just kissed on top of his dick and that taste was salty I told his I don’t like salty taste so he told I can suck him when he wear condom. So he wear. He leads the way into the woods, not looking back as he lifts his shirt over his head, quickly followed by his jeans and a quick little hop as he pulls each shoe off. I follow suit, matching each garment he loses, with my own. He spins me around so fast, I hardly know what’s happening as I bend and brace myself by grabbing the rough bark of the tree in front of me, and then, with a grunt he’s inside me. Hard. Thick. Long. Loud. I take everything he has to give me. I take it over and over again..