A doll's porcelain is as flesh to someone who truly understands her. What she is, what she's made for: a lovely stand-in, perfect company, never tiring, never bored, always loving. As worshipfully as Lauriel explores the doll's fingers, so worshipfully does the doll explore Lauriel's inviting mouth. She allows herself to be pulled in, and goes a little further--but the doll knows how she's felt/perceived, and knows how to stop just short of gagging her friend. (Unless Lauriel wants to gag. The doll would never, ever harm her, but a little discomfort isn't always bad.)
"Oh," whimpers the doll as Lauriel takes her own invitation, brazenly sweeping the doll's skirt out of the way of her exploring hand. The inner surface of her thigh is so smooth and sensitive, unmarred and unblemished, and the doll's breath trembles with each caress. She spreads her legs obediently to aid this exploration, and soon enough, yes: Lauriel finds the seam where leg meets joint. But oh, just nearby, Lauriel's fingers can no doubt detect a greater heat, and the light tickling of downy hair.
The naughty doll did not wear panties today.
"Miss Lauriel," the doll whimpers. She withdraws her fingers from Lauriel's inviting mouth, dragging saliva down her lower lip. Her lips wait just a hair's-breadth from Lauriel's, eager, inviting--an indirect kiss is no longer enough. "Please..."
The Doll would be pleased that your narration has dropped the capitalization. Just a doll.
"Oh," whimpers the doll as Lauriel takes her own invitation, brazenly sweeping the doll's skirt out of the way of her exploring hand. The inner surface of her thigh is so smooth and sensitive, unmarred and unblemished, and the doll's breath trembles with each caress. She spreads her legs obediently to aid this exploration, and soon enough, yes: Lauriel finds the seam where leg meets joint. But oh, just nearby, Lauriel's fingers can no doubt detect a greater heat, and the light tickling of downy hair.
The naughty doll did not wear panties today.
"Miss Lauriel," the doll whimpers. She withdraws her fingers from Lauriel's inviting mouth, dragging saliva down her lower lip. Her lips wait just a hair's-breadth from Lauriel's, eager, inviting--an indirect kiss is no longer enough. "Please..."