Blonde Superwoman Real Doll Poppy 153CM

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Item number: H3546
Specification: 153-big breasts
Material: 100% TPE with Metal Skeleton

Note: All specifications are approximate values.

Free gifts:
Lingerie (random style) * 1, Wig * 1, Blanket * 1, Comb * 1, Gloves * 1, Vaginal cleaner * 1, USB heating rod * 1
Note:
The clothes in the photos are NOT included in the package, we provide random style underwear.

 

Sex Doll Background Story:
The old clock chimed midnight. In the dim light of his study, John rubbed weary eyes and stretched cramped fingers. Time for bed.
As John climbed the stairs, he noticed a faint glow coming from under Poppy's door. He smiled, knocking softly. "Poppy, aren't you asleep yet?"
The door swung open. But this was not the Poppy he knew. Gone was the demure black dress and white apron. Poppy now wore scarlet from head to toe, her blonde curls tumbling about bare shoulders.
Poppy grinned mischievously. "I don't sleep. I was waiting for you." Before John could react, Poppy pulled him into her room with surprising strength.
The door slammed shut. John found himself pressed against it, Poppy's lips hot against his own. His hands slid around her waist, fingers digging into warm flesh.
Poppy pushed John onto the bed, straddling him confidently. "I'm tired of hiding who I really am. I want you, and I won't take 'no' for an answer." Her eyes glowed crimson in the darkness, filled with a hunger that set John aflame.
Their joining was fierce and primal. Poppy rode John aggressively, nails raking down his back as she cried out her pleasure. John gripped Poppy's hips tightly, pounding into her softness with abandon and relishing her choked gasps of delight.
Afterwards they lay entwined, hearts racing in tandem. John stroked Poppy's cheek in wonder. "You're full of surprises, aren't you?"
Poppy chuckled. "You have no idea. But now that I have you, I won't let you go so easily." She curled against John's chest, pouting lips curving into a satisfied smile.
Moonlight filtered through the curtains as John drifted off to sleep, Poppy's warmth and the lingering scent of their passion enveloping him completely. His little vixen had unleashed her fiend and made a claim on his heart this night that he never sought to escape. She had breathed fire into his days forever.