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Oscar felt a chill on his face when he awoke as a light midnight breeze drifted in through the slightly open window at his bedside. He savoured the feeling, letting the air cool him and calm him down. Heavily and silently he breathed, his heart decelerating only in the slightest increments. Staring up at the black ceiling, he recounted the glorious dream from which he had awoke, grinning. He could still picture perfectly the jaw-dropping figure of his imagined lover, the way her breasts felt pressed against his chest still vivid in his mind. He could still see her full moist lips as they kissed their way over his naked torso, following the neat trail of hair from his navel to his… It was then that Oscar realised he was still hard as a rock, his stiff cock propping up his duvet like a tent. It throbbed and twitched as more images of his mystery seductress flooded his mind, begging him for attention. He could all but feel her warm mouth engulf his erection, tease the tip with an expert tongue and then suck him hard, sending a shiver of pleasure up his spine. A loud snort from across the room caused his body to jolt. His eyes had been shut and he must have been dozing back into that most blissful of slumbers when his roommate Harry’s blocked nose had rudely disturbed him. He looked across but there Erzurum Escort was no movement from Harry’s side of the room, a sliver of moonlight highlighting his agape mouth and the strand of drool hanging from its corner. Not even that image was enough to deflate Oscar’s arousal and his cock strained yet more against his boxer shorts. He squeezed his eyes shut, determined to go back to sleep with his mind free of any curvy, sexy, horny, out-of-his-league girls it could conjure up. But the erection remained, uncomfortable and beckoning, its trusty companion, Oscar’s right hand, itching to relieve its suffering. Her hand beat him to it, taking a tight grip and easing back his foreskin, gently. Sensually. The look in her deep, azure eyes was unlike any he had seen in a corporeal woman—sheer lust and desire to please. A drop formed at the slit of his now exposed glans and, as she licked it hungrily, Oscar felt a wet patch form on his boxers in reality. Why was his own consciousness torturing him so when there was nothing he could do about it? The question vanished as he pictured her breasts, somehow larger than they were before, drooping down between his legs, grazing his thighs as they swayed with her movement. Her manicured nails gleamed in the half-light as the fingers curled Erzurum Escort Bayan around his shaft began to slowly rise and fall, drawing out another droplet with every stroke. The tempo increased and Oscar’s hand, of its own volition, glode beneath the duvet over his naked torso, down to the elastic waistband of his underwear and pausing on the taut fabric, his aching cock mere centimeters away. He couldn’t do this, not with Harry in the room, but he could not shake the images that permeated his mind. One persuasive finger firmly stroked down the underside of his erection through the cotton and his toes curled, his body desperate for a release. A rounded ass rose up like a mountain behind her and she began to crawl on all fours towards his lips, letting their young bodies touch each other; feel each other. His dick left a wet trail along her torso as she grazed against him, tantalizing him, her eyes never leaving his. Oscar felt her breath on his face, their bodies breathing and heaving in rhythm, perfectly synchronized. They kissed. It was more real to Oscar, more erotic, than any kiss he had experienced in real life. She had positioned herself perfectly atop him, the aroma of arousal heightened by the heat. Lowering her hips, she ground against his cock, adding her Escort Erzurum own juices to the cocktail that coated it. As she slid back and forth, her lips seemed to envelop his length, grasping out for it desperately; needing it. The dream girl sat up, straddling him, and placed one hand on his chest, the other reaching down between them. His body trembled with anticipation, staring up in disbelief at the goddess about to ride him like a bronco. She pointed his cock towards her entrance, lifting her pelvis so that there was just barely contact, and flashed him a desirous grin before slam— Oscar woke with a start, panting and sweating. He quickly threw the cover from him to let the cold air from the window cool his body. His hand instinctively went to his cock, grabbing it through his underwear and just holding it, as though to console. “Damn,” he cursed silently. What was about to be the best sex of his short life so far, whether in his head or not, had been ruined abruptly. He had little hope of ever recapturing the dream, the once vivid detail of his beauteous lover already fading from his mind in his alert wakefulness. He lay still for a few minutes, willing his erection away so that he might get some peaceful sleep. Nothing. If anything, his cock throbbed and strained even more, persistent in its desire for relief. Frustrated, Oscar tossed and turned in his bed from one uncomfortable, or even painful, position to another. But what could he do with a sleeping Harry a few feet away? He contemplated sneaking away to the bathroom down the hall, shared by eight guys in total.