Lumi's Wet Dream

After a long day on set, Lumi comes home to Quinton with the taste of another man still on her tongue. She climbs into bed and tells him about that massive dick she spent hours riding. She describes every orgasm, every moan, every drop she swallowed. She’s trying to push his buttons, get him to snap and fuck her rough. Instead, Quinton mutters something under his breath and shuts the door on the guest room. Alone with her cunt still throbbing, Lumi drifts off. In the dream, she keeps pushing him—telling him how that guy stretched her wide, how she came so hard her legs shook. Quinton’s jaw tightens. He grabs her, yanks her tits out, tells her to open her mouth. She drops to her knees and takes his cock down to the root. He ties her wrists, spreads her legs, loops rope around her thighs until she can’t close them. He drags his fingers through her soaked slit, barely grazing her clit, keeps her right there without letting her tip over. When he finally slams the Hitachi against her and shoves two fingers inside, she gushes across the sheets. He climbs on top and drives his cock in hard, pounding until her back arches off the mattress. Then he flips her over, knots more rope around her waist, pulls her ass up and fucks her from behind until she sprays again, soaking the bed, body shaking, breath ragged, his hand still gripping her tied wrists.