Brooklyn Nights

I always thought it was you, You always thought it was me. We always thought we were it, Seemed like a real perfect fit, Those Brooklyn Nights set us free. - Lady Gaga had the song, we can but dream the dream. The dream of having a night with Brooklyn Roberts. Lying side by side, naked in bed. Kissing her deeply, your eyes looking into hers, her soft breasts pushing into your chest, and the gasps she makes when you gently tease her pert nipples. The heat of her cock, growing and getting harder as it pushes into you, and your cock responds by stiffening and pushing back. Reaching round, and grabbing her smooth butt cheek, sliding a finger into the crack. We can but dream...