It was a dream … though it seemed extremely realistic. I remember walking into the house, the interior was dreamily blurry. There was underwear scattered on the floor. Male and female. When I took the lace panties in my hands, mucus immediately caught my attention. The material was wet. Something touched me, despite my will to let me smell it. I sank my nose into the cloth and sniffed it. I smelled sweet, my body trembled, and my knees buckled slightly.
I heard a chuckle and a soft moan from the bedroom. Upset, worried that my long-time partner might have cheated on me, I walked in with a bang, slamming the door. I saw some dark-haired slut sitting on him, with her back to me.
– Oh, my love! He called. “Join us.” We’re already having a great time, right?
The girl turned to me. Black hair and dark brown eyes were the only things that made us different. Until the first moment I jumped back. I saw the same face I see in the mirror every morning, round young breasts with tiny pink nipples (though hers were a bit darker), slender hips, slim ass, with rounder trained ass… Everything I know. If I had a twin, I would say it was her and I would have jumped on her. But I saw in her what is deep within me.
She looked at me incredibly cheeky, biting her lip while starting to ride my man harder. She stared at me, into my soul, opening her mouth delightfully at the same time, which I could not remain indifferent to. I felt my thighs slowly getting wet with the juices flowing straight from my
pussy. Everything around seemed completely unreal. Only they and I were fully real at this point.
I started undressing – first a jacket, then a skirt. I saw her looking at me all the time. I didn’t even know what to name her. Do you call her by your name? Or maybe … Or did she have one of her own? I couldn’t concentrate or choke the question out of my throat, so I just unbuttoned my shirt my panties and bra, walked over to the bed, watching her mount tightly on my man.
At the same time, I could feel it, she was focused on giving us pleasure. I felt her unbuttoning my bra. Absolutely wordless. It occurred to me that she hadn’t said anything yet. I sighed heavily, feeling the fabric slide down my body. The same thing happened with the panties.
She put me next to my boyfriend and sat almost on my face. I saw her pussy wet with juices. She just looked around, giggled mischievously, and bent down to my slit, which she immediately began to lick. Exactly, without missing any point. I groaned loudly and started licking her pussy. She just purred pleasantly, without a hint of a groan. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught my man sitting next to us, masturbating, staring at us. His penis glistened with the juices of my alter ego. He looked so excited …
I had to do something about it.
I kicked her off. The first time, though not awake but in a dream, I was so determined. I sat on him tightly, staring into his eyes. I was impudent. I was thirsty. I was jealous of myself in my dream. I rode him like a rebellious rodeo steed, and at the same time she crawled up to me and started licking my breasts.
I felt a throbbing, powerful orgasm approaching, spilling out from my sap-splashing pussy, through my stomach, all the way to my body. I grabbed her by the black hair, pulled her against me, and
started kissing her. I heard a groan. But it wasn’t her voice, but my partner’s. I sped up, not wanting to end after him. We came together, and at the same time… I woke up.
I fell asleep on the couch with a book in my hand, and in my crotch, I felt that I was damp. Absolutely wet and thirsty. I looked towards the office where he was sitting. I knew I would not leave him alone today. That my alter ego was an awakening.
