Lauriel barely has time to fret about her lack of experience before she’s leaning in to press her lips against the dolls, the softness and warmth beneath her mouth a delight she doesn’t care to question, the only thing softer than the doll is the warm haze around her thoughts. The floral scent wafting off the doll lingering on her tongue as she traces it over the doll’s mouth. She giggles, smiling softly as she tries her best to provide a good kiss, but her inexperience shows as she simply tries to recreate what few things she’s read.
All the while, her fingers run over the doll’s skin. She avoids touching the warmth between her legs, out of a desire to tease and a lingering fear of overstepping her bounds. Instead, she traces the seams at the top of her thighs and brushes her fingers over the soft fuzz above her core. Marveling at the realism as she presses herself closer to the doll, leaning her weight against the taller woman.
She lets out a small moan of appreciation as she pulls away, traces of saliva hanging between them as she nuzzles against the doll, palm flat against her as she avoids giving her the touch she’s really asking for. “I’m sorry, you’re just… so much fun to touch” she mummers shyly. “I really appreciate you right now… distracting me”. Her thoughts are slipping a little, making it easier for her to enjoy the doll and she’s letting it happen. Clinging to the warmth.
If the doll is pleased we will keep it going! As I am very pleased by the doll.
Lauriel barely has time to fret about her lack of experience before she’s leaning in to press her lips against the dolls, the softness and warmth beneath her mouth a delight she doesn’t care to question, the only thing softer than the doll is the warm haze around her thoughts. The floral scent wafting off the doll lingering on her tongue as she traces it over the doll’s mouth. She giggles, smiling softly as she tries her best to provide a good kiss, but her inexperience shows as she simply tries to recreate what few things she’s read.
All the while, her fingers run over the doll’s skin. She avoids touching the warmth between her legs, out of a desire to tease and a lingering fear of overstepping her bounds. Instead, she traces the seams at the top of her thighs and brushes her fingers over the soft fuzz above her core. Marveling at the realism as she presses herself closer to the doll, leaning her weight against the taller woman.
She lets out a small moan of appreciation as she pulls away, traces of saliva hanging between them as she nuzzles against the doll, palm flat against her as she avoids giving her the touch she’s really asking for. “I’m sorry, you’re just… so much fun to touch” she mummers shyly. “I really appreciate you right now… distracting me”. Her thoughts are slipping a little, making it easier for her to enjoy the doll and she’s letting it happen. Clinging to the warmth.