Honey, you know that scarf you got me for Christmas? The pink one that I really really liked. It was so soft and comfy and everything. I just loved it. Well, the thing is I had a dream about it. See, I was wearing it and this guy admired it and said it would be so great if he could do some photographs. Maybe I was a little doubtful, but at the same time it was flattering, and the next thing you know I was posing with the scarf, and the guy was taking picture after picture.

But then somehow I was naked, just wearing the scarf. And the guy said I looked so beautiful in the beautiful scarf, so somehow it was all right, but then there was this black guy—he was older but in really good shape for an old guy—and he was naked too, and it turned out I was supposed to—this is hard to say—I was supposed to—to make him cum on the scarf.

They said it was all right because it was for charity. So I took hold of his penis, which was quite big and warm, and I did it, I stroked his penis. But then just before he was about to cum, I realized that I didn’t want his cum on my beautiful Christmas scarf, so quickly I took his cock into my mouth. But I wasn’t quite quick enough because some of his cum got on my scarf anyway, even though I was swallowing and swallowing. Um, so then I like wake up, but it turns out there’s some stains on my scarf. Do you think it could like have some magical properties or something?