As the slick heat of Lilith's soaked pussy surrounded my throbbing dick, Lilith, with her body appearing to match my own age, kept slowly descending, taking me fully inside her. The sensation was intoxicating—like plunging into molten heat, wrapping me in wet, pulsing warmth.
"Doth it please thee?" she murmured, her flushed face glistening with a soft sheen, breaths spilling out in misty puffs. Her eyes met mine, the slightest hint of a smirk on her parted lips. "Though 'tis merely a dream, all sensations here art as vivid as thy waking hours." Her breath hitched as she shifted her hips, her insides squeezing tighter. "And I, too, feel thy every thrust, even as I remain but a presence in thy subconscious."
The pleasure was almost too real. I found it hard to believe something this intense could be happening within a dreamscape. Every nerve felt alive, and her wet heat clung to me, her folds seeming to mold perfectly around my length.
