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She's fully hard. The dream waits for you to choose.

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She doesn't bother with the pants anymore.

The cock is out—long, dark, heavy enough that it rests against your chest when she leans down. She strokes it once, slow, and smiles.

"All yours is gone," she murmurs. "Now we decide what you become."

The dream doesn't dissolve when you wake. The weight, the heat, the choice—they stay. For the first time you can push back… or lean in.

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She doesn't let you look away from it. Your hips ache like they're trying to reshape.

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No more half-glimpses. She stands over the bed fully visible, one hand resting on the thick ridge straining her pants.

"Almost empty," she says, voice low. She doesn't ask. She climbs on, pins your wrists, and rolls her hips so the bulge drags slowly over your stomach. Every grind pulls something vital out of you. Your reflection in the dark window already looks less like the man who fell asleep.

You wake gasping, the ghost of her weight still on you. The mark low on your belly is faint but no longer fading by morning.

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The bulge is bigger tonight. She makes sure you notice.

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She's clearer tonight. Tall, dark, smiling like she already knows how this ends.

When she presses against you there's no mistaking the bulge in her pants—heavy, hot, insistent against your thigh. She doesn't grind. She just lets you feel it while her hands smooth down your sides.

Your waist feels narrower when you jolt awake. Your face feels… softer. You don't remember agreeing to any of it.

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Warm hands. A low laugh. You wake up drained and half-hard.

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You surface from sleep already hard and confused.

A woman was in the dream—dark-skinned, close, warm. You couldn't see her face clearly. Her hands moved over your stomach and hips like she was measuring something.

You wake up sticky and lighter. The details slip away before you can hold them.

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