<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/566896805904777217/648070034824101888/d3da4e5fca42b72282785c719bc8ccff.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">If this was the real world, Hazeel would be more than chafing. He would be extremely in pain, possibly would have a rash and an even sore crotch and hips from having someone as bountiful as Azalea bouncing up and down on his dick for hours. As that almost final orgasm drained out of his dick, Hazeel felt something disconnect within his mind. His eyes had drifted closed, but it felt like he wasn't dreaming at all. The pleasure blurred from being awake into his slumber, to where it was hard for him to tell if he was awake or asleep anymore. Not that it mattered. His control over his body was slowly waning, and all he could do was be Azalea's toy cock for her to bounce on top of until the end of time or until he lost his mind, whichever came first.<br/><br/>"Stop... please... I'm begging," Hazeel asked again. He had not begged ever in his life, but he could already feel the walls closing in on his sanity, and he was grasping at the last shred of humanity that Azalea had left in her body just to release him and let him leave or go home. But she didn't seem to have any of that. In fact, what she did next cemented her as a heartless whore in Hazeel's eyes as his blurry vision started to form Lillith's body on top of her own. "L..." He couldn't say the name. There was no way this was happening. What was the dream and what was the reality? Was the Sanctuary just a terrible dream that he was finally waking up from? Could he admit that he really did not cheat on her at all? He blinked, and he could see Azalea's face on top of Lillith's body. Azalea's tits were the only ones that seemed to be the same size as his bountiful wife, which made it all the more harder for him to parse the two.<br/><br/>"L... Lillith?" he asked, staring up at the woman who he had married. The one who put up with him and fucked him like the harlot he had married. It was really her. "My wife..." he muttered, his hands holding her hips and helping her bounce up and down on his dick. A smile spread across his face, hampered somewhat by his exhaustion as he moved his gaze to the ceiling above him as he let his wife ride his dick until she was satiated and happy. All the while realizing that this woman was most definitely not her wife... "I missed you... I had just the worst dream..."</span>