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The scene changed, Carmen was beneath Rachel, who straddled her naked thighs. She appeared so delicate, like a doll that needed soft hands lest it shatter. Rachel’s hands sank into Carmen’s tits, coaxing the nipples into stiffness, before she latched onto them one at a time. Sensation roared to life and snapped her cock into action. It pushed against Rachel’s vulva, hot and wet and inviting.

“No,” Carmen shook her head and willed the dream to stop. It did, but the scene remained the same, as if paused, “This isn’t me.”

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