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Wet Dreams➓ Oil massage.
The dream had been longer, heavier, just a lot more than what he was meant to remember after he woke up, but he’d surely remember the unknown kitchen with bright red walls in contrast with the shiny metal of the appliances... and that particular someone he soon enough recognized as that fighter he had seen around before. Now, what was in their hands? Was he going to use that oil to cook? To make a salad? To put it back in its place? Then again, why was he naked?
Too many questions he didn’t have to voice to know, too many things were already a given: this was about to get really kinky and dirty. And it did, real quickly. He wasn’t exactly feeling something real as the oil rolled down his shoulders and skilled fingers begun to put pressure in the right places, but he knew how he was supposed to feel and acted accordingly. Was that a moan? But it felt so good... so, so, so good that he didn’t mind to have those wonderful hands down his back to his ass, almost reaching a point of no return------- and when that was about to happen, he woke up hard, confused and even if there was no oil in his skin, he felt dirty either way.
