Am I really pegging my ex-partner?

I go to bed fantasising about a massage session and a sensorial experience with a very sweet italian guy I recently met at a party. Grey hair, deep brown eyes, damn god smile and bum. All the scene is very sweet and colorful.

I wake up thinking about my ex-partner. Long curly brown hair, spanish accent, wide shoulders, a bit of belly. He is on his knees, almost naked, looking at me with his black eyes full of desire. I am standing in front of him, wearing black trausers and a top. There is not much light in the dusty room. I go closer so he can smell my pussy, through my trousers. But he can not touch me. I take a step back and I take off the trousers but not the pants. He is staring at me. At my bum and my pussy. His eyes can't contain the desire that is contaminating his body, his penis. I order him to lie on the floor, take out the tongue, …I slowly take off my pants and I put one feet to the left and one feet to the right of his face…my legs slightly open. I let him look at me, at my vulva, at my hairs...then I bend my legs… and I sit on his face. He leaks and leaks and leaks. We fluidly change positions. He is now on his knees and I start to lubricate his anus. He likes it a lot and he starts to breath heavily…arching his back like a cat. We do it doggy style. At first slowly and then faster and deeper into him. To coronate the dream, my girl housemate joins the party and pegs him a bit more. And looking at them I reach the orgasm.

What a beautiful way to wake up!