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[beachlifelez]

Marsha's prurient dreamlife continued, and as usual, this dream featured Marsha's real-life fantasy girl.

In tonight's dream, Marsha was on her knees, gleefully lapping at Violet's sweet pussy. Violet's hands were pulling Marsha closer into her wetness. She was also encouraging Marsha in language that made Marsha just lick all the more intensely.

"Good girl. That's my good little slut. Lick that pussy good. Make me cum, Marsha."

In her dream, Marsha couldn't tell where her tongue ended and Violet's pussy began. Her head was spinning out of control; it felt as if Violet's pussy was about to consume her whole. Violet's voice echoed in her brain.

"Meld with me; surrender your being to me. I own you now..."

Just as Marsha was about to yield her all to Violet, she woke up. Her bedsheets were soaked with sweat. Her heart was racing unbelievably fast. She felt an aching in her loins. Her clit was throbbing in synch with her heart. Such sweet agony.

Yes, she would surrender all for Violet now, in the form of what she knew was going to be a very strong finger-delivered tribute climax. It was the least she could do for the girl of her dreams.

[beachlifelez]

"You think they all know what we're going to get up to inside your place?"

"I don't really care. The way you worked my pussy into a frenzy in the limo, you need to finish what you started."

"Gladly. I didn't want you to cum because I want that to happen on my tongue."

"And that's why I love you. Quick, inside."

[beachlifelez]

Today, ladies, we're all just going to sit in our chairs and rub ourselves raw contemplating this lovely goddess. Simple task, wonderful results.

Ready, begin...

[beachlifelez]

Emma emerged from her limo outside the high end Paris lesbian club Le Bonne Fille. Photographer Amelie began snapping away, especially titillated by Emma’s outfit and her destination. Emma smiled over at her.

“Curious, aren’t you?”

"That would be an understatement.”

“No cameras allowed inside, but maybe you’d like to join me?”

“Me? Really?”

“I do my research. I know you’ve probably been inside before. And I’ll bet you’ve been in a private room with one of the servers before, too.”

“Is that your plan?”

“Take my hand and find out. The night is full of possibilities.”

[beachlifelez]

Marsha's dream continued. Violet was on Marsha's bed and not wearing much. Then up went her top and down went her skirt. There she was, the object of Marsha's naughtiest desires, displayed for Marsha's eyes to feast on.

Violet lay back on the bed and a hand went down to her pussy. She began rubbing between her lips, flicking her clit, all the while smiling up at Marsha.

"Would you like to help?"

Marsha nodded, and Violet beckoned her between her legs. Marsha felt Violet's pull and she lowered her face to Violet's oh, so sweet looking honey pot.

Just as Marsha's tongue was about to make contact, she woke up. Damn it all! It had seemed so real. She was going to get to go down on her sexual dream girl.

But no. Marsha was left to try to relive the dream in her head as her own hand went down between her legs. She closed her eyes, pictured Violet and rubbed her pussy into a frenzy. Maybe Marsha wasn't going to be able to make Violet cum, but Violet was certainly going to help Marsha cum.

[beachlifelez]

A girl can have her Christmas wishes, can’t she?

Anne, Diane, Sheryl, Tay and I say “Merry Christmas, freaks!”.

[beachlifelez]

No caption, ladies.

Just a deep sigh of sensual adoration for a pure goddess of beauty.

[beachlifelez]

Ok, ladies.

It's a ten-year old pic, but, I mean, come on!

Heart, be still...