Second Looks Take Too Long

I wandered naked in my dream, through a thick fog that felt like a blanket against my flesh."Kaylen! Kaylen! Where are you? I have to see you again!" And since this was a dream, I saw him coming through the fog, and he was naked too. I started crying: he took me in his arms. "O Kaylen, I thought I'd never see you again," I sobbed. "Don't worry. I'm here now," he said as he rubbed his cock against mine. "Not a word now. Let your mind flow." And like a raging torrent, my mind surged forwards. Our cocks were hard now, and we kept rubbing, and I imagined him on top of me, ramming his cock up my ass. "O Kaylen!" I shouted. "Shhhhh..." and he put a finger to my lips, as we kept rubbing our cocks together.

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