...he end of them. No matter what the guy did to her, her body would always arch into his touch or press back at him in the hopes of feeling his cock against her tingling skin. And whenever Jean had summoned enough willpower to try to push him away, he would already be gone.
She could tell that her friend was getting highly frustrated. But she could also detect that she was highly aroused. Before each dream ended, Rogue entered her thoughts and discovered that Jean always woke up and fingered her pussy to several earth shattering orgasms. And each time, Rogue would stay a little longer to experience them in all their glory. The last one was the most powerful for the southern belle.
It was so powerful, in fact, that she had joined her friend in her self-pleasure. She knew that the stranger was creating the images to go along with the feelings and memories, but she didnâ€™t care. She was so turned on now that she just had to cum.
â€śOh, gawd.â€ť She heard Jean think to herself. â€śIâ€™m so turned on right now. I hate whatâ€™s happening to me, but I also love it. I need to play with myself and cum. Now!â€ť
â€śYes, Jeanâ€ť she thought. â€śPlay with that pussy of yours and cum. I think Iâ€™ll play with myself, too. I need to cum just as badly.â€ť
She knew it was just a memory and that Jean co...