That dream was hideous as much as it was delicious.

         It still plagued her soul, her mind beckoning her to dream it again as if it was possible. 

         And Sasha has never been confused on what to feel about a dream. A dream that turned out to be true now that Alain just finished fucking her and fingering her as he pulled out three of his fingers.

         “You’re blushing.” She swallowed as his eyes scanned her, before it drifted to his own body. “You blushed more now that I was not touching you.”

“I—” But she closed her mouth. She doesn’t know what to say, what to explain. She doesn’t...