Long Hair Mini Slim Waist Real Sex Doll Anya 125CM

PARAMETERS:

Item number: H2272
Specification: 125-small chest
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 throb of the club music matched the pounding of my heart as I watched her sway across the dance floor. Raven hair swirled around her shoulders, trailing down to caress the curve of her lower back where her tiny leather skirt ended. She raised her arms above her head, exposing a strip of pale midriff between skirt and clinging top, the swell of her breasts clear beneath the thin fabric.
Our eyes locked across the sea of gyrating bodies, heat flashing in her hooded gaze. She crooked one finger, beckoning me to join her. I pushed through the crowd, pulse racing as I approached the temptress in black.
She slid her arms around my neck as I grasped her hips, pulling her close. We moved together as one, my thigh parting hers to grind against soft flesh. Her head fell back with a moan, hair spilling down her spine like a fall of silk. I brushed it aside to place a trail of kisses along her throat, nibbling at the fluttering pulse in her neck.
The music shifted to a slower beat but we kept the same frantic rhythm, hands roaming and lips meeting in a fierce dance of desire. She gasped into my open mouth as I cupped the soft weight of her breasts, thumbed hardened nipples straining against thin cloth. My name was a prayer on her lips, pleading for the salvation only I could provide.
I grasped her hand and led her through the club to my car, speeding into the night with only one destination in mind. We stumbled into my flat locked in a passionate embrace, discarding clothing between frantic kisses and tumbles onto the bed.
At last nothing remained between us. I gazed down at alabaster flesh on display for my delight, trailing my fingers along quivering thighs to part her slick folds. Her back arched on a keening wail as I tasted of her sweetness, feasting until she shattered under my lips with a scream.
I rose above her, lining myself at her entrance. She clutched at my shoulders, raking red lines across my skin with her nails as I slid deep within her welcoming heat. We moved as one through pleasures that verged on pain, racing together toward that blessed peak. Release came in a glorious burst of light behind my eyes, my mystery lover following me over the edge into oblivion.
We lay tangled and spent, pulse gradually slowing. She turned in my arms to gaze up at me, eyes soft with repletion. At last I knew her name as she sighed it into my mouth, claiming me yet again with a kiss. My temptress, my lover, mine.