It is always the same in the dream. The room is crowded and warm and I slip up behind you, my arms pulling you close against my body. I glance around, but no one is looking. You lean into me and I slowly slip my hand around your waist and down the front of your skirt. I hear you breathing heavier. Your pussy is already slick and warm. You want to be used. You’re such a horny and weak little kitten and I feel you immediately start to grind against my fingers. You close your eyes and a quiet purring escapes from your lips. The softest of sounds.