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Snuggled close in the dim light, she whispers, 'Tell me about your wet dream, good boy.' He hesitates, then confesses, 'I was with my mom, and she was so... loving.' She grins, 'Well, let's make that dream a reality, slowly.' She guides his thick cock to her entrance, already wet from his fantasy. They spoon, her big boobs pressed against his arm as he reaches around to finger her clit. She praises his pacing, 'Good boy, just like that. Fuck me gently, like in your dream.' He obliges, thrusting deep, feeling her stretch around him. She moans, 'That's it, fill me up, my good boy.' He does, pulsing into her, marking her as his, before they collapse, sated and entwined.