you are the last thing I think about. In my dreams your rapture eats away at my cunt spreading my growing lips apart exposing my clit and opening to my pussy. The vibrator takes form, an image of you. The sound of the vibrator on low speed is only a tease just enough to moisten the range. I slowly drizzle cold strawberry lubricant between my swollen open lips. The coolness sparks a twitch of the clit and the hardness begins. My slightly parted fingers rub firmly along each