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jukeboxemcsa:

By now, Suzie was certain she was dreaming. The world made more sense if this was a dream; the events she was experiencing were so completely divorced from her expectations of consensus reality that it seemed easier to simply pretend that it wasn’t really happening. She wasn’t really standing in the neighbors’ living room, her hands behind her back and her panties around her ankles, staring at a naked man who lounged in a recliner with his eyes closed and his cock–the first real cock she’d ever seen–hard and throbbing. Things like this didn’t really happen. It was just a dream.

And Mrs. Davenport’s words sounded like a dream. “Hello, Cock,” she purred, her voice soft and coaxing as if it wanted to lull Suzie deeper into her sleepy fantasy. “I thought I might introduce you to our new neighbor, Suzie Wellington.” The blonde Caucasian woman reached over and caressed Suzie’s long dark hair with her right hand, while her left hand circled around the base of the thick, flushed shaft in order to help it stand perfectly upright in front of Suzie’s confused, hesitant stare. “Cock, this is Suzie, Suzie, this is my husband’s cock.” It had to be a dream. Real people didn’t talk about genitalia as if they were more important than the person they were attached to.

Mrs. Davenport continued, her soothing tones drawing Suzie further and further into dreamland. “Suzie was all alone when I went over to say hello–her parents are away on vacation, so it’s just Suzie by herself for the rest of the week. Isn’t that lovely, Cock? Just a sweet young college girl, home alone and looking for some company. We talked for ages, didn’t we, pretty Suzie doll?” The stroking fingers tangled into her hair, guiding Suzie’s head into a slow, lazy nod, and somehow it made perfect sense that the older woman was agreeing for her. Things like that happened in dreams. Suzie didn’t need to try to understand it, only accept the strangeness for what it was.

“And it turns out that you and Suzie have something in common!” Mrs. Davenport cooed, giving the cock in her hand a little wiggle as if she was a puppeteer demonstrating its excitement. “She’s a very good subject too, just like you. She’s such an attentive listener, and she follows instructions so well… I simply knew the two of you had to meet. I’m sure you’ll get along wonderfully. You’re just the perfect fit for her!” The blonde woman chuckled. Suzie smiled blankly, responding more to the warmth and happiness in Mrs. Davenport’s tone than anything about the words. They simply wouldn’t parse properly in Suzie’s sleepy brain no matter how hard she tried.

“So anyway,” the older woman went on, her fingers gripping Suzie’s hair a little tighter, “I invited her over to come and say hello. I think she might even want to stay the night with us–it’s probably dark and scary in that big empty house, and she might welcome someone to cuddle with. Someone to rest with. Someone to sleep and dream with, isn’t that right, Suzie girl?” Suzie nodded. Or was nodded. She couldn’t keep track anymore. “Of course it is. Everything I say is right. Cock here knows how that works. Cock is such a good listener. He deserves a little kiss for being so smart, doesn’t he, Suzie?”

If this was real, Suzie would have said no. But she was only dreaming, a wonderful dream that made her cunt leak and her mouth water. Her head went up and down in another slow, lazy nod, and her lips parted in a sleepy smile. Slowly, inexorably, she was drawn down until the cock in Mrs. Davenport’s hand filled her entire world.

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A crowbar as a toothpick

Does anyone else who lives in the U.S. just exhausted

i know its wrong of me but this feels weirdly cathartic. maybe its because he took back being robin again? idk

dragonseye02:

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