On the night of October 8th, 2017, I had my "first" wet dream with none other than yours truly, Mario Lemieux (I had been engrossed with him since Friday from this time). I'm gonna describe it to yinz, and add details! *wink*

I was with Mario in his Hotel-like bedroom, on his Kind-Sized mattress.He took his pants underwear off,and I was flabbergasted by his long, thick cock. My lord! I took my clothes off, my tits and pussy begging for the "Magnifique Member". He fondled my breasts, then licked my cunt clean as his form of foreplay. This is where I started to get wet.

Mario grabbed a Bareskin Trojan, lubricant, and some sort of KY spray and massaged the mist into my hair.

"Mmmm, Lemieux," I moaned. "Give me your shot on goal!" (Hockeyslang FTW)

"I'd like you to do this", his deep Canadian voice whispered. He grabbed the rubber and lube.

"I'd be much obliged!" On I pulled the rubber onto his throbbing manhood.

"Mmmph. Madison, I must enter you!"I pumped some lotion-y lube into my hands and slicked up his anxious, "gift-wrapped" dick, and readied myself for "yinzer Gretzky" to enter me. I signaled a fingering in my privates, telling of my heated pursuit. Mario nodded, put his palm on the top of my groin wherwhere my crotch met my gut, and slammed right in.

"OOOF! OWWW! MARIOOO!"

"MADISON! HNNNNGH! I'M GONNA MAKE YOU MINE RIGHT NOW!" , he strained at my tightness. I tried to relax, but his thickness said otherwise. He pulled out just a little bit, and slid back in.

"Mmm. Sooo thick! Sooo hard! Sooo good!"His dick felt like a warm rod was being inserted into me. He was going into a steady rhythm, then a speedy one.

It was then, the moment we were both waiting for.

Mario stopped abruptly, stared into my gaze, and whispered:

"Madison, I am here. I am going to blow up inside you,and for that, I dont need anything in my way." In his hand was a slightly used condom.

"Oh my god. Mario, you're kidding!"

"No, here I COOOOME!" He stuffstuffs me once more, tilted his head back, and shouted my name into the mansion room's air.I scream is unison with his yelling. His climax felt to good to not yell at! In I was filled with his 'Mieux juice, Le Magnifique panting with exhaustion, for his work was done.

"Ooh, Mario. Thank you soo much!"You're welcome."

I woke up feeling the urge to pee. My crotch was wettened by the experience.

In fact, the wettest it'll ever be...