Alright, look, I'm sleeping. I'm dreaming about something. I don't know what the fuck it is. Bears maybe, or wolves, or dogs that look like wolves, or wolves that are dogs that are actually bears but really they're aliens.
You might not think any of that shit is connected, but let me assure you that blowjobs are always relevant to everything. Yeah, alright, so if you're lost in the woods and about to get eaten by a wolf, a blowjob isn't exactly going to save you, but it's sure going to make you feel a hell of a lot better and that's what's important.
Sometimes you just need to lean back and calm the fuck down. A blowjob is a great way to do that.
I'm pretty fucking sure I'm dreaming about blowjobs now. Yeah, so, I'm asleep, and I don't know how I know anything, but I feel like it's easy to picture Ashley's perfect as fuck lips wrapping around my cock. I love the way she looks up at me when she's about to do it, like she's excited but a little nervous, too. She licks her lips and then pulls the bottom one into her mouth, biting down on it slightly before teasing out her tongue and licking at the tip of my cock, and…
“Hey! You two, wake up and get out here. We need to talk.”
Holy fucking shit. Are you for real? I'm having a dream about blowjobs over here, and not only that but Ashley's blowjobs. I am the recepient of these blowjobs, and I better fucking be the only recepient ever.
Except, yeah, so that's my dad and now I'm not dreaming anymore because he's loud as fuck and I'm definitely awake.
I've got an erection, though. I guess I've got that going for me, for whatever the fuck that's worth. I don't think it's worth a lot because I've got to get up and get out of the tent instead of doing something more productive with my cock.
I feel like Ashley has the same idea, too. We're on the same level here, of the same mindset. She's awake, too, and blinking her big beautiful eyes at me while sneaking glances downwards to the throbbing piece of art between my legs.
Yeah, I just called my cock a piece of art. Do you have a problem with that?
She reaches out and grabs my cock, teasing and stroking me with her hand. “I wish I could make you cum right now,” she says, whispering to me.
Yeah, you know what, Princess? I wish you could, too. I really fucking wish you could…
“No screwing around!” my dad says, loud.
Yeah? You know what? You know fucking what, Dad?
I'm going to screw around.
Quick and fast as fuck, I grab Ashley's wrist and pull her hand away from my cock. She looks at me, confused and surprised for a second, but that's all I give her. One second, baby girl, you'll realize what's up after that. I pin her hand above her head and roll her onto her back and then slide on top of her.
I'm ready, and I'm pretty fucking sure she's ready, but I guess we're about to find out.
I slide her legs apart with my knee and then use my free hand to guide myself towards her delicious as fuck pussy. I'm feeling really vulgar right now, which I guess I'm going to blame on being rudely awakened by my dad and told not to screw around.