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Stories & Art => Celebrity Stories => Actors & Actresses => Topic started by: 200InchCOCK on May 21, 2026, 09:33:29 AM
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I had a long day yesterday.
Been stressed out.
Life has not been fun.
So I take some pills to go to sleep.
And hopefully, wake up to a better day tomorrow.
My dreams are not stuff I always remember.
It is usually something bad if I do wake up thinking about what I saw.
So far I was sitting in a black room, looking at red walls and feeling something amazing down below.
My dick was hard.
I glanced down and saw Scarlett Johansson's big blue eyes looking up at me with my dick in her mouth.
This wasn't a nightmare.
That much was obvious.
Scarlett was wearing a maroon corset, her hair was blonde and her lips had red lipstick.
I couldn't see what was below the corset.
Her lips were wrapped tightly around my thick dick that looked bigger than I thought it was.
Scarlett was my old girlfriend.
Had not seen her in the last three years, and this was a wonderful reunion.
I could feel the tip of my dick pressing against the back of her throat.
It was just like I remembered how she would suck me off in the past.
Scarlett deepthroated my dick.
She took it all the way down.
She moaned softly, the vibration traveling through me like an electric current felt in this dreamy place.
Scarlett pulled back slowly, her lips dragging along my length until only the tip remained between them.
She smiled up at me, even grinning before plunging back down, taking me all the way.
Her nose pressed against my stomach, her throat muscles flexing as she swallowed around me.
She pulled my cock out of her mouth with a pop.
A string of saliva connected from her lips to my glistening purple head.
Her eyes locked onto mine as she spat onto my dick.
Her hands moved to the clasps of her corset, fingers working quickly to release the tension.
The corset fell away, revealing her full, heavy breasts, pale and perfect in this strange room.
She squeezed them together, looking up at me.
Her spit rolled down my shaft, thick and warm, dripping between her boobs.
She leaned forward, pressing her tits around my cock, trapping it.
I remembered how good this felt.
She looked down at the tip and let a string of spit fall from her mouth.
Scarlett kept going.
She worked her tits up and down, licking the head as it pushed up.
Just when I thought I was going to cum, she stopped entirely and began to get up.
That was when I realized she was naked. She offered me her hand.
We went through a dark door and were in a strange hallway as she began to lead me.
The hallway stretched impossibly long, its walls lined with flickering candles that cast dancing shadows.
The color was a dark red, almost black.
I didn't care about this strange place.
I just wanted a place where I could bend her over and do her for old time sake.
Her fingers tightened around mine, pulling me forward, leading me into the darkness.
The hallway smelled of wax and something faintly metallic.
Something like old coins left in a damp pocket.
Scarlett's bare feet made no sound against the stone floor, but mine were load.
I turned and looked in the other direction and saw a stool.
Scarlett moved to the stool, bending over and presenting her fine ass.
Legs spread, offering me a slide into her entrance.
I watched her cheeks spread, revealing pink petals glistening with dew that I could barely see between her thighs.
Further between her legs was a purple shadow.
I ignored the weird stuff and moved in, sliding my cock into her snatch, feeling like I had just reunited with the love of my life.
I pushed in, hands gripping her hips as I thrust in and out.
Scarlett kept her head raised, as if inviting me to put my lips on one side of her neck.
So I did.
Sucking on the right side of her neck as I moved my cock in her snatch.
My hands went to her tits, fondling them and holding her in place.
I closed my eyes and began seeing weird stuff.
Colors swirled behind my eyelids.
Not colors—symbols.
Golden sigils.
I didn't know what was happening but I felt my cock still in Scarlett's snatch.
They pulsed with each thrust, burning brighter.
A voice whispered in a language I didn't know but understood.
"You are the spark."
What did that mean?
What was going on?
Scarlett moaned beneath me, her body arching, but the sound warped.
It became choral.
A hundred voices harmonizing my name.
My thrusts slowed.
Not by choice.
Everything was slowing down.
I saw candle lights appear.
Scarlett turned her head and I kissed her neck.
Then I saw some odd glowing thread, it wrapped around me and Scarlett, binding us together.
Everything was woven.
Everything was one.
The stool vanished.
We floated.
Her hair fanned out like a comet's tail.
And then I woke up as I came.
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