Carrie’s boyfriend had leased a Living Fuck Doll as soon as he turned eighteen and had become hooked on the experience.
In order to compete with his dolls, she had to pretend to be one as well. As he held her hands above her head and drove his cock down her slack-jawed mouth into the back of her well-trained throat for the fifth time that night, she knew she was doing a good job.
“He’s fucked me six times today and only fucked his new Doll ten times! I’m catching up!” she thought.
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