Long Hair Breasts Sex Doll for Man Mennie 170CM

PARAMETERS:

Item number: H751
Specification: 170-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:
Mennie glided down the aisle in a vision of white silk and lace, pearls and gems glittering at her throat and woven into her veil. Yet it was not me waiting for her at the altar. Another man gazed eagerly up the aisle as his prize drew near.
Mennie's eyes met mine as she passed where I stood with the other guests. In that brief moment I glimpsed sorrow and longing that matched my own. Our forbidden love was meant only for stolen moments, hidden from the scornful light of day. Now she was lost to me forever.
The ceremony proceeded in a blur of empty vows and forced smiles. I could barely stand to watch the farce unfold, torn as I was between anguish and rage. At long last the groom was permitted to claim his bride's lips while applause rang out. The newlyweds swept back down the aisle together towards the waiting limo.
Yet in the chaos and congratulations, a slim hand grasped mine. I turned to find Mennie behind me, luminous in her trappings of marital bliss. Without a word she pressed something into my palm - the key to the room where we had first loved, now a trysting place no more.
I came to her as the moon rose high and drunk guests still celebrating below. Mennie waited for me as promised, a vision of loveliness with her veil of lace and pearls spread upon the bed. She held out her arms in welcome and I went willingly, drowning in her embrace.
Our lovemaking that night held the bitter passion of loss. I shed Mennie of her wedding finery piece by precious piece, my lips and hands reclaiming what could never again be mine. Her whimpers and moans I muffled in kisses as we moved together for the final time.
The pale light of dawn crept into the room as I gazed down at Mennie sleeping peacefully in my arms. I knew this was how I would always remember her - not as another man's bride but as my eternal lover, radiant in her wedding veil and jeweled lace.
With a last lingering kiss I awoke her. The time for farewells was upon us. Mennie clung to me tight, tears coursing down her cheeks. Yet she let me go, my hand sliding free of her grasp. I walked away without looking back, her brokenhearted sobs echoing in my ears. She was lost to me now in truth, my secret bride, my Mennie.