*FLASH* a closeup of clean-shaven pussy!
Darkness
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*FLASH* dark fingers riding up a bare thigh.
Darkness
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*FLASH* sweet moaning sounds.
*FLASH* pouty lips with red lipstick parted.
Darkness
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*FLASH* The sweet smell of roses and sandalwood
*FLASH* Tight dress over full supple breasts heaving up and down
*FLASH* fair legs and bare feet rubbing over a dark back
*FLASH* sweet sighs of a woman aroused
*FLASH* A tongue fervently flicking in a wet pussy lapping up the juices
EJACULATION!
Murali Krishna woke up from his wet dream. The dream had tingled all his senses – smell, vision, touch, hearing, and taste arousing him into a state of utmost ecstasy. He had never imagined that he would be reduced to ejaculating in his lungi in his sleep like a sex starved schoolboy at the stroke of puberty. Even during his school days, he had never experienced nightfall. Yet here he was decades later living that phase! Over and over in the past week he had been getting visions like these in his dreams and either they gave him a really stiff woody to take care of in the mornings or a soiled garment and bedsheet to take care of at night! This was crazy and it just needed to be taken care of.