About 2 weeks went by and he came home late from hanging out with friends. He was really horny that night for some reason so I was on the computer and...he came in my room,I asked him what he wanted and he said he was 'looking for a towel'. I said I don't got one,so he left when he came back after a shower he was in just a towel, he sat on my bed and was watching TV with me. He leaned over and started to try to play wrestle with me,eventually he ended up straddling my stomach and his hard dick. Next to lust, wrath or anger was his favorite. There was nothing more fun than watching a quick tempered person being broken. Teaching them the meaning of patience, and what better way to instruct than using orgasms, or the denial of orgasms. Bella, the target for tonight, was a hot tempered red head. She didn't have time or patience for slowness. She wanted it done, and she wanted it done now. In every area of her life, she rushed through the minor details. Always impatient with the proper. She feels like she has a plum logged in her oral cavity. She is utterly filled. She won’t be able to suck him, he is just too large. She will have to jerk and just suck on his knob. He enjoys this part of being well hung. Hungrily she moves her wet open lips up and down the underside of his veined shaft. Her hand cupped over the top, strokes him. He groans loudly, urging her on. As he becomes more excited he arches his back. She begins to moan as she works him. She has never felt this excited. She moaned in her dream as she felt his lips take in one of her nipples, sucking hard and making the waves of pleasure travel to her pussy.Faith felt the moisture build in her pussy and wondered if in this dream, she would, for the first time, be fucked by her mysterious faceless dream-lover.She had woken from the dream a few times, cussing herself for it – rarely had the dream continued after it would stop with her awakening the second time.Faith wasn’t sure why it didn’t bother her knowing.