Some pictures I found online, others I snapped for myself by taking screenshots from my favourite scenes. Not that Astrid would ever let me anyways, not like that girl in the story. Not that I could ever ask her, of course. I still liked looking at the girls getting fucked, but their horrible acting and obviously fake moans really started getting on my nerves after a while. Yeah, somebody definitely had a favourite type of fantasy, that was for sure! I banged one out that morning before getting into the shower, the same as I normally did, but from almost the moment I’d finished cumming I was able to think of little else but her. First, there was the matter of my profile. She’d labelled it as fiction, not diary or true story, but it was just so visceral, so real seeming, I could easily believe it to be true. I’d thought my fantasies had been pretty out there…
