Michelle's eyes flutter closed as she drifts off to sleep, her hand still resting on her pussy. In her dream, she's surrounded by the musky scent of a BBC. She can feel its thickness, its length, as it presses against her. She wakes with a start, her body aching for the real thing. She reaches for her toy, a poor substitute for what she truly desires, but it does the trick. She rides it, her body bucking, her cries filling the room as she comes, her body shaking with the force of her release.