Love dolls

She stands barefoot on her bedroom floor, doll clothes scattered around her feet. The pastel dress lies open at her chest and the frilly panties dangle from one ankle while she pushes the doll’s hard plastic leg between her thighs. Her dark hair falls across her cheek, eyes half-closed, a thin smile tugging at her lips as she slides it deeper, testing how much she can take. The doll’s rounded foot stretches her, and she breathes through her teeth, rocking her hips in tiny, greedy motions. A soft groan slips out when it presses the right spot, and her free hand cups her breast, pinching the nipple until it stands stiff. Every inch she works inside makes her slicker, wetter, until the toy glides with a faint, obscene sound. She doesn’t stop until her knees shake and the final push has her biting her lip to keep quiet, body twitching with the rush that floods through her.