The night i dreamed a dream, the morning after id never be the same

Story Script:

NARRATOR: The crisp September air filled the back of the truck where they’d camped. She awoke, flushed and aching, his hard cock pressed firmly against her back.
HER: Mmm, Bryan… please…
NARRATOR: A strangled sob escaped her as he pulled away, confused by the sound. She turned, her face a mess of desire and frustration.
HER: I had a dream… you were fucking me… so good…
NARRATOR: Their eyes locked. Without a word, his lips crashed onto hers, his hands gripping her ass, pulling her closer. He moaned into her mouth, his body grinding against hers.
BRYAN: I need you… I’ve always needed you.
NARRATOR: He fumbled with his button, she fought with her shorts. A silent, desperate agreement passed between them. Then he was inside her, raw and deep.
HER: Oh god, yes! Don’t stop!
NARRATOR: He moved with a primal rhythm, each thrust sparking a fire through her entire body. She cried out, clawing at his back, completely consumed.
BRYAN: You feel… incredible…
NARRATOR: He drove into her, over and over, claiming her completely. She knew in that moment, he had ruined her for anyone else. He was her first real love, and this was only the beginning.