Bonnie's sleep was far from restful that night as she tossed and turned, kicking her sheets off and down onto the floor. Her breathing was ragged with dewdrops of sweat marking her brow as she clawed at her mattress. Her nipples tented the material of her tank top, from the coldness of the night air or her increased blood flow it was hard to say for though it appeared that Bonnie was tossing and turning from the wicked grasps of a nightmare, the panting and grinding of her hips spoke of primal pleasures. Bonnie turned once more to lay upon her back and licked her lips.
"Yes..." She hissed, her hands reaching up to grasp her plush breasts and squealed at their sudden sensitivity. "You're always... beneath me... Kim... I'm bigger... and better..." She gasped, arcing her back as she cried out. "I have the perfect--"
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