Her thick, creamy thighs parted languidly as she lay back on the plush, cloud soft bed, her arms relaxing onto the surface as glassy eyes gazed up at the plain white ceiling. My eyes caught on the rise and fall of her breasts, a rough hand catching one of the mounds and squeezing until my fingers disappeared between the soft, pinched flesh. I flipped my sex doll on to her stomach, her buttocks were a round peach shape and my hand slapped each of them several times leaving red bruises. Heavy breaths released in a chorus of pants and my occasional grunt or groan filtered through the air, a gentle sound compared to the increasing rhythmic melody of flesh hitting against flesh. I didn’t meet her eyes, and she didn’t meet mine, instead my own gaze trailed down the expanse of her throat, over the full breasts cresting her chest, each of which tipped with puckered skin around stiff, pink nipples. The time came for the second part of my conquest of her. My forefinger probed that puckered hole I watched the full length of my finger disappear
