Picture this, Jason Momoa coming to see you whenever he comes to Toronto solely to eat your pussy.

Not for sex, not for you to suck his probably mighty dick, but solely to eat your pussy?

That’s the dream.

And that was my dream the other night.

Khal Drogo, in all his glory, comes to see me, exclusively to eat my pussy.

I lay there in delight as he makes me cum over and over again.

I look at his lovely face as he looks up at me and I gyrate my hips on his lips.

Then, on his last night before leaving for a long time…

I pulled his pants and saw a massive (almost scary looking) of a cock.

I asked if I could suck it just this once.

He said “Sure, if you can.”

I asked him “Would it even fit?”

As I admire it, there were 2 other girls in the room with me.

One was a fan, and the other one just a friend.

I cajoled them to help me.

The friend goes: “Ewww, I don’t even like him.”

This sent me into an fiery rage:

“THEN WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING HERE?? DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY GIRLS WOULD DIE TO BE WHERE YOU ARE RIGHT NOW???”

I then locked her arm with one leg and proceeded to kick her face with my right foot repeatedly.

Sudden transition to outside.

I was dressed in a black tank top and black boxer shorts with red gloves waiting for her to come out.

A crowd is gathered.

Khal was there.

Then, as I stood there. I was so sure that I would kick her ass.

However, I started to envision the worst case scenario with her punching my stomach.

I wanted to stop the fight from happening.

That’s when I woke up.

Weird dream lol

 

At 11 weeks, the baby is now kicking even though I can’t feel it. ❤