It's the middle of the night, and Indica is deep resting and having a dream that she finds to be very arousing. In her dream I am there with her, with my soft strong hands wrapped around her neck. It turns Indica on so much to have her neck squeezed so tightly. She finds it so incredibly erotic to know that I'm the one who is sensually dominating her. And I'm equally as turned on, as this is also one of my favorite activities to engage in whenever I'm in the company of such a sexy woman like Indica. As my hands grips her neck, our breathing remains heavy as we, at times, softly moan and whi...

It's the middle of the night, and Indica is deep resting and having a dream that she finds to be very arousing. In her dream I am there with her, with my soft strong hands wrapped around her neck. It turns Indica on so much to have her neck squeezed so tightly. She finds it so incredibly erotic to know that I'm the one who is sensually dominating her. And I'm equally as turned on, as this is also one of my favorite activities to engage in whenever I'm in the company of such a sexy woman like Indica. As my hands grips her neck, our breathing remains heavy as we, at times, softly moan and whisper to each other. The sexual tension between us is palpable. A few times, my tongue traces along the soft delicate skin of her neck, because I want to taste where my hands have been... and will be again. My hands alternate from light caresses to tight squeezes that barely make it possible for air to enter Indica's throat. And before she knows it, Indica wakes from her rest and wonders, was it actually a dream?