The scent of warm vanilla sugar surrounds me while I dream, and it's almost real. There's softness against me, and then I feel hands moving down my body and reaching into my sweats. I'm hard and weeping with need as Piccola's hand wraps around my length. This dream is so good that I thrust into her hand, ready for her to jerk me off.

There's so much I want to do to her, but first I need her to get me off. If I don't cum right this second, I'm going to die.

"Holy shit."

I hear Piccola's ...