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Betsy awoke feeling like an addict who’d missed a fix, her body quivering, craving, actually wanting back the feeling of submission that had come to her in her dream. She shook her head, telling herself it wasn’t real.

Scott was in the bed with her, his perfect body somehow real. Betsy traced her fingers over the bare flesh, the firm muscle, careful not to wake him—not yet. She wanted to enjoy having him in her bed a while longer. Giving into her desire for him was all the submission she needed. Who cared about some wet dream when reality was a dream come true?

Betsy slipped down his body, not stopping until her head was at his crotch. His cock was rock-hard. A sensual dream? A sleeping appreciation of sharing her bed? Or was he thinking of Jean? Betsy pursed her lips, squeezing them around his erect shaft. Whatever it was, she’d make sure he was thinking only of her.

For the next several minutes, she bobbed her head on his erection—slowly, not wanting to wake him, but wanting his dreams to be of her… and as pleasurable as could be imagined. But she couldn’t deny her urges forever, not when they’d just started to be met. She devoured him furiously then, taking his cock so deep into her frantically gulping mouth that she nearly cocked herself. Scott groaned, the vibrations of his quickening heartbeat throbbing in his manhood, pulsating in Betsy’s mouth as all his delicious muscles tensed.

She no longer cared what he was dreaming of. All that mattered was that his churning cum ended up as hers. Already she could taste its delectable flavor as precum washed over her tongue. Only a few seconds longer and the thick, creamy load boiling inside his scrotum would be filling her mouth instead. Not even Scott could practice self-restraint in his sleep.

Hard to begin with, Scott’s prick became a pulsating monolith in her mouth, her throat. When it finally spurted—thick, heady cum stuffing her gullet—Betsy let out a muffled gurgle, her body rocking with the sumptuous pleasure of accepting his seed. She sucked and pulled with all the strength in her mouth, caring only for getting every honeyed drop of Scott’s jizz, spreading it over her tongue and swallowing it down still hot.

It took a long time, but she sucked him completely dry. Only then did Betsy pull her mouth away, her gasping breath as hot on Scott’s groin as her tongue had been, pungent to her own nostrils with the flavor of his cream. She licked his still-bloated balls and his muscular stomach, tongue tracing the lines between his abs. The ecstasy she’d felt in tasting and swallowing his seed ebbed. Betsy closed her eyes and sank her mouth back down his half-hard length, reviving it a little. She breathed deeply through her nose and left every thought behind until there was only the feel of Scott in her mouth and the lingering taste of his cum.

She went back to sleep, her mouth still in possession of Scott’s manhood.