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Hot cum fills my pussy, drips down my thighs, splashes across my face and breasts. When they're finally done, I'm a mess. Cum leaks from every hole, my body covered in handprints and bite marks, my face streaked with tears and makeup. The collar still digs into my neck, the leash a constant reminder of my submission. Derek steps forward, phone in hand. "Say goodbye to the camera, pet." I look up through swollen eyes, forcing myself to meet the lens. "Goodbye," I whisper, my voice hoarse from screaming. He smirks, putting his phone away. "Good girl. Now crawl back to your room and wait for your next lesson."

He grunted, "Damn, this toy is as heavy as a human." Daniel explained, "It's made to match a real body one-to-one. Even the parts are carefully replicated." George admired my body, his eyes wandering all over, making my body burn. I never once expected a stranger to look at me that way. A burning desire deep in me instantly lit up. He fondled my fullness, then let his hands wander to my waist before placing them on my abdomen. He lifted my skirt to admire my bottom half. To make things more convincing, Daniel had not let me wear any underwear.

I want to savor it. I reach beside me and pull him closer—my doll, my perfect boy. He’s lifelike, soft silicone skin, dark hair, full lips parted just enough. I spent months choosing him: broad shoulders, tight abs, that gorgeous ass I can’t get enough of. I position him between my legs, facing me, his molded cock resting against my inner thigh like he’s already hard for me.

This will never work. Now, when he was planning to tell Nobunaga to send her to his room to have sex even if she had to ride him, her leg didn't give him much movement, when his head turned to me, and the words died , seeing her red lips. There are the same features that I saw in this video , but her face has lost that childish appearance with round cheeks. Her doll-like appearance, her beautiful teenage girl appearance, an incredibly beautiful woman is standing there, watching me with something that looks very much like anger .

His strong jaw, piercing eyes, and chiseled physique were all captured in the lifelike replica. I had taken great care in ensuring the doll's most intimate feature was as impressive as I imagined Kaid's to be. Long and thick, just the way I liked it. The thought of that perfect cock made my pussy throb with need. I stripped naked and climbed onto the bed and positioned the doll to face me. "Come on, Kaid," I purred, sliding my fingers between my slick folds. "You know you want this. My pussy is dripping for you."

At the cabinet full of things I'd never seen before. I was a virgin. Twenty-three years old. The only sex I'd ever had was a blurry memory from high school graduation, the after-party, too much cheap vodka, a boy whose name I couldn't remember. I'd woken up the next morning with a headache and torn clothes and a vague sense that something had happened. I'd never been sure. I'd never wanted to be. But standing here, in this red room, with a man who called me Doll, I felt something I hadn't felt in years. A pull. A heat. A part of myself I'd locked away a long time ago.

Warning- Mature Content After 1 month Devika's p.o.v I am dancing in front of him wearing only a lacy panty. My whole body is on display and I am not feeling ashamed anymore. There is no tears or expression on my face. He said sipping alcohol from his glass," very good, my doll. Come here". I walked to him and stood in front of him. He looked at me raising his brow. I know what he is telling me to do.

POV: DAIMON Black dress, tight, hugging her curves as if it had been molded directly onto her body. The side slit revealed the pale skin of her thigh, inviting. The subtle neckline delicately outlined her breasts in a way that was both elegant and provocative. Her loose brown hair, lightly wavy, fell naturally down her back, while a black mask hid part of her face, revealing only her eyes... green, intense, expressive. An absurd contrast with her red lips that seemed drawn for damnation.

My cock stiffened, precum glistening at the tip but I made sure to wipe it off on her face, lips, causing her to taste it before eating my nut. “What are you?” I asked as I pushed my dick into her mouth only to pull it back out the next second, she whimpered at the sudden emptiness, her cunt released again. She really is messed up— but, she’s my messed up doll. My slut. Only I have the permission to make her look and feel this good. Octavia looked like she was riding a high that she never wanted to get off from, her pupils dilated with pure lust and ecstasy as she breathed.

My smile is hard to hide. Closing the door behind me, I walk past her barefoot to the chest of drawers. And the leather shackles are in place. At the chest I take out a hair tie, a blindfold and a heavy flogger. I look behind me, Ariana is still in her position, calm and quiet. Anticipation is half the buildup to a scene. Once I'm satisfied I go and stand over her. Aria's head is bowed, the ambient light burnishing her hair. She looks modest and beautiful, the epitome of a submissive.