Dolls Stories Novels & Stories

In the center of them, two porcelain dolls stood side by side. Kara fetched a small stool. She climbed onto it to reach the two porcelain dolls. "Kara, why didn't you call me when you woke up? If you wanted these dolls, you could've just told me. It's too high up. What if you fell? That would break my heart!" A large hand suddenly reached over her head. Bennett asked in a curious tone, "What do you want these dolls for?" "Nothing. They just looked a little dusty, and I wanted to wipe them clean."

"Come on, Daddy! Fill me with your cum! Ahhhh! Yes! Faster! Cum inside my little pussy!" "Oh my god, Layla! I'm almost there! Here's my cum!" "Yes! Daddy!" I greeted his cock as if Daddy would enjoy it even more. "Cum inside me please! I'm almost there!" "You’re better than your mommy, you slut!! Layla, ugh! Daddy's cumming already!” "Daddy!”

I opened five tabs and kept going. What else? Dolls. Safe, I thought. But what kind? Something she could keep on a shelf when she grew older. Handmade cloth doll? Custom doll? Could I get one fast? Maybe a sketch set too. She likes drawing. Good pencils. A real sketchbook. Not the thin paper that tears when you erase. And books. Always books. A story about a brave girl. A book of animals. Maybe a small globe. She likes to ask questions about places. A tight feeling pressed at my chest.

The white glow reflected off her rosy, luminous little face—so soothing and adorable. He reached out and ruffled Dolly’s downy hair. “My little princess, buying another necklace for your dolls again?” Dolly didn’t even lift her head. “Of course not. My dolls don’t need necklaces. Every single one of them already has ten. I’m buying one for…” She suddenly stopped mid-sentence. She had bought ten necklaces for each of her dolls, but she had never bought one for her mom. Dolly looked up at Donald with her big round eyes. “Daddy, do you remember Mommy’s birthday?”