It was a dream, right? It was a dream and she was bound to wake up any moment now. They could not just have survived those odds with that many dusk, they could not just have been dropped casually down into a pile of dusk and have survived could they? No, that could not have been so. And in a similar way that chaste nun could not simply have reached into her pants and pulled out her rock hard cock and begun to stroke it till it was if possible even harder, Chiara would never do that. Would she?<br/>These thoughts went through Blades semi conscious head even as her eyes fluttered open groggily, her throat letting out a deep throated groan even as she felt herself lying there on the floor, a soft olive skinned hand onto her pale throbbing fuckrod, her ice blue eyes opening up slowly to look at those soft full lips as Franz arrived at the scene, seeking to kiss the nun, even as he did so Blades reached up towards the nuns shoulders, pulling her down and away from the kiss again and towards her.<br/><br/>This was a dream, it had to be a dream.<br/><br/>Her large calloused hand brushed through the nuns hair as she looked intently up into the large almond eyes of the angelic being that was the nun even as she spoke the words that she had spoken in her dreams so often before, her words hoarse driven by a hungry need, the firm grip that was caused by the egg dropping out of the nuns well fucked sex only enchancing that need, that desire for more as her other hand sought to grasp one of those soft breasts, a finger tracing slowly around the areola for a moment before she gave the nipple a light, but insistent, pinch using it and the grip on the neck to steer those soft full lips slowly down towards that hard throbbing shaft, something that was bound to leave that soft heart shaped rear presented quite delectably towards Franz, some might even call it a rather inviting gesture, not that Blades seemed to be even aware.<br/><br/>This was a dream, a wonderful dream.<br/><br/>She carefully pulled the nun down towards that well sized hard shaft, the veins on the large thing standing out on the throbbing member, the glans an angry purple contrast to the rest of the pale meat as she attempted to pull those soft full lips with that small soft tongue onto that needing tool.<br/><br/>...It was good it was a dream... Otherwise this might soon turn into a nightmare of public humiliation. The thought registered in the back of Blades mind “what if this is no dream?” but wether the goo that she was lying in affected her or wether it was the blow to the head, but the realization that this was no dream simply did not surface yet for the tall woman.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>