a Fantasy for this Girl

I thought it was a dream.

I struggled in my sheets, thighs rubbing together. It’s only a warm and wet feeling born from my dreams— that’s what I heard, as hands moved over my breasts, stomach, down to inside of my thighs. Sheets around my body stroked my skin warm, and aching, and—

The boy beside me took my ankles, and tied them up, wide apart, to the bedposts in the home he had me in. Please…, I moaned, as he snipped my panties off with scissors and stared at my open pussy, exposed to him. He leaned in and breathed against my lips, making them wet, quivering and slowly dripping wet out as he gazed at it. He knew I hadn’t been penetrated. I think excited him more.

I couldn’t close my legs. he split the wet lips of my Pussy, and dropped insects on me. there were worms that slid and squirmed and slipped along my lips.

“Please! No!”,

I tried to move my body, but couldn’t excuse myself. i whined as he held my warm Pussy lips apart, and laughter as worms fell over me and squirmed over my flesh. my thighs were held in place. thumbs spread my Pussy lips wide and I moaned, struggling— the worms squirmed more over my exposed pussy. two hands held my thighs wide and down. this aching flesh always needs more.