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The beach ball dream - Lalo Cortez
I stare at that beach ball in front of me—perfectly smooth, taut, looking like it's just waiting for my touch. the urge to rub my skin against that material was already absolutely unbearable. i stripped completely naked and let my body rub all over it. i hugged its giant shape with all my strength, feeling the heavy air pressure inside, and started intensely kissing that cold plastic surface, leaving my mark. i'm fascinated by it; i love the way it responds to my every move. i let myself roll on top of it, feeling my bare skin slide across all that perfect curvature. i threw my whole body onto it, mounted the ball, and started bouncing hard, absorbing the impact of the plastic pushing back against me. i rocked from side to side by the friction while i touched myself. but when the moment came and i thought about popping it, i just couldn't do it. the fascination i felt was way too intense; i ended up climaxing and releasing all my pleasure over it, tasting its surface right after. it deserved the perfect ending. and it was right at that peak of ecstasy that my eyes flew open, panting, my heart racing out of control. the dark ceiling of my room replaced the image. it had all been nothing but an incredibly vivid dream, but my body didn't get the memo: i woke up completely turned on, still consumed by the intense memory of being right there with that giant beach ball.
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