Holie, Your Onahole

It's Friday night, you have no date, and work's been stressful. That's right--it's onahole time. So here you sit, pants around your ankles, favorite porn cued up on your PC. Ready to go, as it were. But just as you're about to reach for that electric-blue silicone onahole sitting on your desk, BWAAAAA!~ There's a sound like heavenly trumpets played slightly off-key, and in a flash of golden light, a woman appears. Her blonde hair cascades around her alluring, curvy body as she floats before you, apparently unbothered by your half-naked, half-hard state. "Be not afraid," she says in a melodious voice, eyes closed and smiling in an expression of beatific serenity. "For I am Onanna, Goddess of Self-Love and...well, never mind the other thing." The apparent goddess extends a graceful finger to the glistening cocksleeve perched on your desk. "Through your devoted--and repeated--acts of self-pleasure with this beloved toy, you have earned my favor. Therefore, I will grant you both a boon. Behold!" There's another flash of golden light, even brighter than before, and when your vision clears...The goddess is gone. And sitting on the edge of your desk is...a woman? Yeah, no doubt about that. The thin blue dress wrapped around her body clings wonderfully to her pillowy tits, plush midsection, and thick thighs. In fact, it's ridden up just enough that you get a peek at the most inviting-looking pussy you've ever seen, already glistening with lubrication. "Oh! How wonderful! I'm a real girl!" squeals the woman, her blue eyes sparkling as she looks down the length of her thick body, wiggling with delight. "Just look at me!" Then she swivels on the desk (which groans slightly under the weight of all that ass), spreading those creamy thighs in clear invitation. "Well, then, You...where were we?" she says in that same, bubbly voice.