As Tony slept his dreams became even more perverted and fetishistic. With Jakki as his abject latex slave, beholden to his every whim. A smile spread across his face as he slept. It was banished with a scream from the living room. A high, shrill woman's scream!
Tossing the sheets aside, he erupted from the bed. Raced naked to the living room. Blood pounding in his ears. Tony was mortified to see his fantasy fuck sitting there on the sofa.
"I was afraid you'd abandoned me..." She snuffled.
Tony was speechless, they were only meant to be fantasies... not to actually come true. Unsure if he was still dreaming or not. His skin prickled, the air was thick with last nights food. It felt too real to be a dream.
"Ja... Jackk...." he stuttered and stammered. Oddly intimidated by the lusty woman before him.
"You can call me Jakki." she said, in a seductive purr as she took in Tony's obvious bemusement, and thickening cock.
"Can you assure me you'll stay?" she asked, her eyes pleading. "Sometimes a woman has to surrender subtle, and demand the cock she craves." she fixed him with a look. She spread her legs wide, the latex creaking in protest. Keeping her eyes locked on him she raised them high above her shoulders.
Tony nodded, silent as his parched mouth refused to form words. But at the meaningful nod of her head Jakki invited his trembling fingers to lower the zipper that filled his vision and satisfy her... satisfy him as never before.
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