The doll is experienced in this regard, of course, enough to know that experience isn't everything. She's quite glad to share hers with Miss Lauriel--and there is a certain thrill in being perhaps the first to give Miss Lauriel such pleasure--but perhaps more important is their fit as partners. Miss Lauriel seems to appreciate cool, smooth porcelain at least as much as she enjoys warm flesh, and the doll is so very, very pleased to be able to give her both.
The doll pays close attention to Miss Lauriel's movements, her breath, the unfocusing of her eyes. She makes no complaint as Miss Lauriel tenses and her grip upon the doll tightens. It feels so good to help Miss Lauriel forget the past and the future, to abandon thought and simply be. The fun thing about games of power is that whether Miss Lauriel maintains her commanding nature or becomes a soppy, mewling mess, the doll still wins because the play itself is what matters. And for now, only the doll gets to know what Miss Lauriel is like when her defenses have finally fallen away.
The doll gradually eases off her stroking as Miss Lauriel's orgasm goes on--a less experienced doll might have continued on until commanded to stop, but that way lies overstimulation, she suspects. What she doesn't stop is her humping against her mistress' leg: the doll rubs herself upon Miss Lauriel throughout the smaller woman's drawn-out orgasm, holding herself at the edge of completion.
When Miss Lauriel's eyes finally refocus, she sees that her doll is sweaty and panting, long hair plastered to her neck and face, but staring directly into her mistress' eyes with loving attention."Miss. Lauurriel," she says, her tone unintentionally drawn-out and begging. "Have I. Beeeen good? May I. Come? Pleeeease?"
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The doll pays close attention to Miss Lauriel's movements, her breath, the unfocusing of her eyes. She makes no complaint as Miss Lauriel tenses and her grip upon the doll tightens. It feels so good to help Miss Lauriel forget the past and the future, to abandon thought and simply be. The fun thing about games of power is that whether Miss Lauriel maintains her commanding nature or becomes a soppy, mewling mess, the doll still wins because the play itself is what matters. And for now, only the doll gets to know what Miss Lauriel is like when her defenses have finally fallen away.
The doll gradually eases off her stroking as Miss Lauriel's orgasm goes on--a less experienced doll might have continued on until commanded to stop, but that way lies overstimulation, she suspects. What she doesn't stop is her humping against her mistress' leg: the doll rubs herself upon Miss Lauriel throughout the smaller woman's drawn-out orgasm, holding herself at the edge of completion.
When Miss Lauriel's eyes finally refocus, she sees that her doll is sweaty and panting, long hair plastered to her neck and face, but staring directly into her mistress' eyes with loving attention."Miss. Lauurriel," she says, her tone unintentionally drawn-out and begging. "Have I. Beeeen good? May I. Come? Pleeeease?"