“We Can’t Wait to Stuff Our Faces” Dreams Are Made Of Oily Tits and Slutty Onesies

My stepsisters ignore me all the time. It’s like I’m invisible to them! Today, they were baking in the kitchen, and they pretended not to notice I was there, as usual. However, when I woke up the next day, something felt different. They were doing the exact same thing: baking in the kitchen, wearing the same slutty clothes, and ignoring me, but for some reason, I didn’t think they could actually see me this time. Then, things got even weirder. I couldn’t stop thinking about their breasts, and all I had to do was snap my fingers for their tops to disappear. I even licked their nipples, and they didn’t notice! Was I dreaming? Probably, but I was still going to take advantage of it. How often do I get to control two smoking-hot, naked women as they’re baking and talking about stuffing their faces? Sure, they were talking about their brownies, but my dick tastes way better. The only thing that could make this better would be a pair of sexy onesies and some oil to rub all over their bodies before I fuck the hell out of them, but I could make that happen in an instant. That’s what dreams are made of.