I am in a dream, walking through a long corridor in an old mansion. A door swings open all by itself, and I step through it. At first, I think I am in a room, but there are no walls. The space I am in goes on and on into infinity. The light is low, and the air is filled with soft sounds of couples making love: kisses, moans, groans, and whispered words of excitement. There is a bed with purple sheets that is as endless as the room. The bed is full of people, young, old, thin and chubby. Every hue of skin imaginable is represented. Some are making love, other just watch or play with themselves. It is a universe without cares or shame.
I wander along, taking it all in. A woman smiles at me. She looks luscious, round and soft. She gestures me to come on the bed, and I lie down next to her. There are no introductions, just a smile and a kiss. Her hands pull me close while mine explore her soft flesh. It is a slow, lazy encounter. Her hand teases my cock, and my tongue slides deep into her mouth. She rolls onto her back, spreads her legs and gently pushes my head down. I kneel between her soft, white thighs, and admire her swollen pussy lips. I kiss her soft belly, and she pushes her hips up in encouragement. It is all I need. I move my face to within an inch of her wet pussy. I can smell her excitement, take a deep breath and kiss her sex. The tip of my tongue slides over her lips. I get a tease of her taste. She sighs, and I push my tongue in deeper. Her breaths become faster when I suck on her labia. I grab her full breasts, and she grinds her pussy in my face. The tip of my tongue slides up to her clit. Her hands squeeze mine, and I increase my pace. It does not take long before her body twitches. My tongue traces circles around her most sensitive spot, and she comes with a cry. We embrace, kiss and let go of each other.