Believe it or not, there was a time when Greta Abney had it all figured out. Marriage, a family, and a thriving career all by the age of 30 was her plan. But plans change, and now she's drinking alone at her best friend's baby announcement party.
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It was after a long, much needed nap, did Greta decide to solve the problem of her aching lust.
All she needed was her dildo, a hot shower, and Florence + the Machine playing on her Amazon Echo on the sink.
She thought to go to her usual outlet that involved Chris and Liam Hemsworth taking turns with her in the middle of her office, or Damon Salvatore biting her on the neck as the fucked against the walls of his large home.
She could've settled for either at this point, anything to keep from thinking about the Harry Styles look-alike that wouldn't go down on her, or even the southern man with the Superman physique that would.
Against the tiles of her shower walls, that thin, silicone rod plunged in and out of her inner ones. The steam from the water helped a lot as well, it seemed. She bit her lip and focused just a little bit more.
Hot vampire.
Even hotter Australian men.
Something had to give at this point. She needed it, craved it.
But tragedy was afoot. She didn't know why, but those fantasies weren't doing it for her. Or at least, they didn't feel like enough. She stroked that toy in her a little bit faster, leaning it against her clit to apply as much pressure as needed.
"That's it... Mhmmm. Yes."
Slowly, it was coming back to her. Her office now. Her back on the desk, her hands clinging to the edge of it.
"Fuck..."
She felt an imaginary hand at her neck. It was strong, dominative. And whilst she was being imaginarily choked, the fake cock between her fingers and pussy had been replaced with a body between her thighs.
"Yes!"
Her mind's eye could see it all a little more clearly. But it wasn't some long haired, Australian hunk railing her uncontrollably in her dreamscape.
No, instead, it was him. That southern, bearded Mumford and Sons fan was the one on top of Greta, choking her, fucking her cunt beyond all control.
"YES!" Wait, no. No. No!
Though, whilst her verbal and mental desires battled it out, it was already too late. Underneath that spray of hot water, but dozens of miles away, Eli Clayton made her cum in here. Her dildo dropped to the ground, and she pried herself back to reality to recognize the toe-curled mess she was in.
