"Now, suck those tits again, Cris," Todd ordered, his voice surprisingly soft for a man of his size, but the command was absolute. "I want to hear you slurp 'em. Really get your tongue around those big, hard nipples. Make 'em wet."
Cristian’s head snapped up, his eyes, wild and dilated with a mix of shame and lust, met Todd’s. The thought of deliberately sucking on the doll’s plastic breasts, mimicking a truly debased act, sent a fresh wave of humiliation through him. But the sheer force of their collective will, their unwavering, demanding gazes, broke his resistance. He lowered his head, his face burning, and closed his mouth around one of the doll’s large, stiff nipples. He sucked, a loud, wet
schlorp echoing in the room, just as the video showed a hand squeezing and stretching the skin around the opening of a sex doll to allow for better entry. He felt the
You push the door open without knocking and freeze.
He’s already on the wooden bed, ass up, feet dangling over the edge. The blue sleeve is planted firmly on the mattress and his thick cock is buried deep inside it. He’s fucking it hard—long, powerful strokes that make his balls slap wetly against the rim every time he bottoms out.
Thick thighs tremble. Soft ass clenches and jiggles with every thrust. The wet, rhythmic sound of the toy swallowing him fills the quiet room. He doesn’t stop when he realizes you’re standing there. His rhythm only stutters for a second before he doubles down, driving deeper, the grip taking him all the way to the base.
You stay in the doorway watching. His pace quickens. Sweat starts to shine across his lower back. Low grunts match each wet slap as he pounds the sleeve so hard the wooden frame creaks. Soft cheeks bounce and squeeze until he finally buries himself to the hilt one last time, hips jerking.
The toy is ruined and dripping. He stays locked inside it, breathing hard.
He still hasn’t turned around.
You haven’t moved either.