All of this really should have been a dream of some sort. She shouldn't have been feeling so deeply about all of this. There shouldn't have been any way a man like this actually existed in the world. So, when she looked down her own body to still see that man there she'd been utterly shocked. How was the realness of this situation confirmed by the man below, a simple wink and that tongue of his traveling the entire length of womanhood. Oh, that felt great, her mouth opened and she moaned again feeling the flush tingling when he flicked her bean with his tongue. That cheeky flirty attitude of his shining through. He knew what he was doing to her... he knew he was ruining her and he'd keep doing it. Strangely, Nikki had no desire to stop him. If this was the thing that kept her from ever looking at any other man, well, she supposed it was time to settle down fully. If he made her obsessed with him, he'd take responsibility right?
"It's not fair if you make me mental and I didn't make you up~" she said as her loins were stirred manually and she looked this man up and down. She hadn't taken her eyes off him since she opened her own. And here he was rubbing her slit while holding back that massive meat she'd spent her morning entertaining. Oh, she'd likely not just spend this morning doing that huh? If this was a dream, then she could just have him right? That seemed to be the offer on the table as she shifted her eyes away from his manhood and nibbled her bottom lip. Ozzy could do exactly what he had done... and gobble her up, head to toe, if she asked him to? Oh, he had no idea what he'd done now did he? Or maybe he did know and it was all some elaborate plan to make her into a nutter? Okay. Penny in the air. Nikki would inch her hips towards the edge this table and further into this lad's attention. Whatever she liked? Well, she slipped that dress over her hips finally, managing to slip it and its undershirt over her own head, to be tossed across the room somewhere else. If she could have what she wanted... right at the moment then it was actually rather simple. "You wanna know what I'd like," she said as she removed her bra as well. She was going to be naked that was first. "Blimey, if I made you up, I'm madferit..." she said as that article of clothing also simply disappeared from her body somewhere. Right here, on top of the table she was now naked with Ozzy's hand rubbing against her womanhood. "I want my biggest fan to stir me up, and you to take responsibility for this obsession you've created~" she said with a low moan. She couldn't really help it, she was pulling him in closer. She wanted their lips brought together. Yes regardless of where his face had previously been. If this was a dream she didn't want to wake. If this was her own personal torture she'd accept it, if she made him up, she didn't have to share him with anyone else. And if she didn't well, he was now responsible for how obsessed she currently was with him.