Daydream Girl

She’s over top of me, she’s beautiful, I am sitting. Her palms are down on my lap, and my cock is above them, slightly, standing around like I am sitting. I want to struggle somewhat, to get in a better position, but I don’t move, I let her gentle hands hold me down. Without effort she kisses it. The breath in her lips captures me. And gentler, her finger rises around my cock, hooks around the head of it. She pulls it to her lips and kisses the head lightly. Me, powerless. I try with everything not to spit cum on her (on those lips). And I want to stay like that forever, holding it all in like a storm, as she lightly kisses, her light cherry hair around the top of her body, her fingers most pretty, and everything on fire. And she kisses it again. Why do women like this only exist in daydreams?