When he grasps at her skirt with his bandaged hands Annette laughs at him in an impossibly sweet tone as endearing as her songs. She pulls her head back and he leans forward for a kiss only to be met with the taste of her fingers suddenly shoved in his mouth. She’s in his lap and he can’t remember when she’d first straddled him, feeling heady from how she thrusts her fingers against his tongue and giggles when it makes him drool. Even as her laughter and impish smile grows more and more condescending, he stays entranced. Felix is awestruck when she removes her fingers and moves them straight to the bulge in his pants, letting out pathetic whines that she’s eager to compliment him on because she adores him as much as he’s adored her all this time.

He hadn’t thought about where they were in this dream, but there’s a light behind Annette that highlights the outline of her body as she adjusts herself and works to free Felix’s erection from his pants. He reaches out to brush some of her red hair out of her face so that her smile, her adoring smile isn’t covered from his view. His other hand rests tightly on her hip, holding her long skirt back. She hadn’t been wearing anything underneath and looks sheepish for once when he sees. He rewards her boldness with impatience and removes his hand from her face to grab her other side and pull her down onto his eager cock. He enters her, soaked from the start, with ease and she throws her arms around his neck.

Annette brings a hand up Felix’s back to run through his hair again and attempts to sing him praises, only for her words to be cut off as he thrusts sharply into her. Soon she’s chiding him but demands he doesn’t stop, not even when he pushes her to the ground with his hands still grasped at her hips to more easily ram into her. He’s apologetic, but only sarcastically, when he feels her squirm beneath him in an effort to regain control. One hand moves from her hips to press his thumb against her clit, but the other remains firm. His subconscious replays that specific moment in his head back a few times, sure the friction would feel incredible.

They acheive climax together, him so lost in having her that he forgets to pull out and spills straight into her, slowing his pace to ride his orgasm out before halting entirely. Her face is flushed and she whines when he does pull out, unable to see the thick come dripping out of her entrance but surely feeling it. But she’s not truly upset, and there’d be no consequences, as this wasn’t real. She accepts him when he leans down to kiss her this time, humming a pretty tune against his lips.