A quiet night at home, Austin is thumbing through a car magazine but she quickly grows tired. Unable to keep her eyes open, she drifts off. In her state, she imagines that shes laying on a couch and someone is there taking advantage of her feet. As she lays there, this pervert is jerking his cock and rubbing it all on her soles. She's barely aware of what's going on but she subconsciously spreads her toes and wrinkles her soles as an invitation to continue fucking her feet. This excites her. There's something arousing about this creep having her way with her without her knowing. But who is this guy and how did he get in the house? She wakes, but she's still sitting at the kitchen table with the magazine open. She groggily looks around and regains a grasp on reality. When was she on the couch? Her clothes are still the same from before the strange man came... so it must have been her imagination. She looks down and wonders what the gooey substance is on her feet... how did that get there???