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So instead I close my eyes and return to the fantasy

I mount him, in my mind, climb atop hiasps as I sit down on his cock, driving doithhis every inch inside of me

Rubbing , a hot sharpness shooting throughup inside ofelse

“Ride rowls in my mind, as his hands sink into my ass and he pushesserve this dick Come for me, Bria Come for me now”

I whi

It’s like a thousand starry flurries areevery part of me

“Braden, Braden”

Ihis name into the emptiness like this

But it helpsup into ht hole, as I can take him, all of him

In the make-believe, I don’t have to doubt myself

We finish indown his back, as I rub my clit in real life Faster and fiercer, I rub, until there’s nothing left for ive

I fall back with a gasp, lettingMy eyes roaoes froh the material It makes me think about how far reality is away from fantasy

I wish I could freaking close my eyes and open them and, poof, I’m there with Braden Braxten But he’d never want irlish iain

It’s tirow up, to face the facts

I’m not the sort of woive a damn about him

Yeah, keep telling yourself that, a voice hisses in my mind