Good morning!

Last night I slipped into a tight latex version of Tifa’s outfit… and suddenly the street was mine. They stared. One dropped his drink. One

Last night I slipped into a tight latex version of Tifa’s outfit…
and suddenly the street was mine.

They stared.
One dropped his drink.
One tripped over the curb.
The third just froze and whispered my name like a prayer.

In the dream, I didn’t just tease them.
I pulled them into the nearest dark corner.
Dropped to my knees. Let them unzip—one by one.
And then I took them.
All three.
At the same time.

One in my mouth.
One deep in my pussy.
And the last one… exactly where I wanted him.

They moaned my name like they’d waited their whole lives for it.
By the end, I was dripping, stuffed, and barely able to stand.

I woke up soaked between my legs and still aching for more.

Tell me…
Should I let you see the whole dream as a full set?
Let me know in the comments.