Fucked his stepsister considering it is a intercourse doll from RosemaryDoll 4K – pinkloving
In the dimly lit halls of the Roskov mansion, younger Anton, a strapping lad of authorized age however nonetheless inexperienced within the methods of girls, wandered aimlessly, his thoughts a swirling tempest of contradictions and needs. He might hear the rustling of plastic within the close by workshop, which might solely imply one factor – his step-sister, lil’ Rosie, was in there, performing her day by day “maintenance” on one in all her ‘toys’.
Anton’s forehead furrowed, his curiosity piqued. Rosie was an odd one, he thought, together with her unusual obsession with dolls and robots. But as he crept nearer, he felt an inexplicable stirring deep in his loins, an ache he could not fairly quell. He poked his head across the doorframe, solely to freeze in place.
There stood Rosie, her again arched as she Pacific Ocean-size the fragile joints and gears of what seemed to be an especially lifelike, feminine model. It was a murals, Anton needed to admit – the perky breasts, the supple curves, the lengthy, slender legs. But his eyes have been magnetized by the modesty-banner of the model, a tiny pink thong that clung to its luscious rear.
Rosie rotated, startled by the creak of floorboards underneath Anton’s toes. “Oh! Anton!” she gasped, dropping a greasy rag to the ground. “I didn’t hear you come in!”
Anton swallowed laborious, his mouth all of a sudden dry. “What… what are you doing, Rosie?” he requested, his voice cracking.
A sly smile crept over Rosie’s face as she sauntered nearer, the model forgotten for the second. “Oh, nothing special,” she purred, her ample chest heaving with every breath. “I was just, um… giving my new doll a little… personal touch.” She trailed a fragile finger down the middle of Anton’s chest.
Anton felt his cheeks flush, his coronary heart racing. “Rosie, I… we shouldn’t…” he stammered, however his protests fell on deaf ears. Rosie pressed herself towards him, her comfortable breasts towards his chest, her hip grinding towards his crotch.
“I don’t mind if you watch, Anton,” she whispered huskily in his ear. “In fact, I think it would turn me on even more.” With that, she turned again to the model and slowly, tantalizingly, slid the thong off its hips, revealing its glistening pink folds.
Anton watched, transfixed, as Rosie’s fingers brushed over the model’s most delicate areas. “Oh god,” he breathed, his cock now throbbing with want. Rosie glanced again at him, a depraved grin on her face.
“Why don’t you help me with her, Anton?” she mentioned, her voice a sensual purr. “Let’s see what you can do with a woman who doesn’t say no…”
Anton’s resolve crumbled. He lunged ahead, grabbing Rosie across the waist and pulling her towards him. “Rosie, you naughty girl,” he growled, nipping at her earlobe. “Looks like your doll is about to get the ride of her life…”
