The first brush against her nipples sets Lauriel to squirming, and the squeeze draws a long sigh out of her. Her eyes flutter, pleasure dilating her pupils as she does her best to relax into the touch, into the pleasure.
As the doll focuses on how Lauriel feels and perceives her, she may notice something curious. That Lauriel feels her touch, even after it’s moved away. As her fingers brush across her nipple, Lauriel continues to feel the lingering spark of sensation seconds after it should have fated. When pinched, the pleasant sharpness spikes before the doll’s fingers can connect, and linger after even as Lauriel gasps and moans through it. The warm kisses and wet tongue trailing along her neck nearly overwhelm her, with every touch given lingering, and every touch to come overlapping with the present, it is perhaps no wonder that Lauriel is so sensitive.
But she digs her fingers into the doll’s hips as she straddles her on the bench, both hands wrapped around her as she drags her down, closer, until her thigh presses into the doll’s own warmth. Her touch traces within the dolls themes, a reminder to herself that the doll is a doll. And an encouragement to the doll to keep going. That if she wanted to doll to stop she would not be pulling her closer.
As the doll reaches between her legs, she shudders half a second before the doll presses her panties into her wet folds. Warm and wet, she tenses as the doll strokes her, relaxing as the touch passes and a low moan escapes her lips. “More”, she orders. Panting and needy.
A foot massage would have made her melt, but this is also getting her wet ;)
As the doll focuses on how Lauriel feels and perceives her, she may notice something curious. That Lauriel feels her touch, even after it’s moved away. As her fingers brush across her nipple, Lauriel continues to feel the lingering spark of sensation seconds after it should have fated. When pinched, the pleasant sharpness spikes before the doll’s fingers can connect, and linger after even as Lauriel gasps and moans through it. The warm kisses and wet tongue trailing along her neck nearly overwhelm her, with every touch given lingering, and every touch to come overlapping with the present, it is perhaps no wonder that Lauriel is so sensitive.
But she digs her fingers into the doll’s hips as she straddles her on the bench, both hands wrapped around her as she drags her down, closer, until her thigh presses into the doll’s own warmth. Her touch traces within the dolls themes, a reminder to herself that the doll is a doll. And an encouragement to the doll to keep going. That if she wanted to doll to stop she would not be pulling her closer.
As the doll reaches between her legs, she shudders half a second before the doll presses her panties into her wet folds. Warm and wet, she tenses as the doll strokes her, relaxing as the touch passes and a low moan escapes her lips. “More”, she orders. Panting and needy.