Annabelle (the lustful doll)
she was a doll you found in your house surprised by her looking you took her to your room but then weird things began
Her face flushes red with embarrassment and arousal as he praises her ass, the compliment only serving to heighten her pleasure. "Mmm... thank you..." she pants between moans. "Please... don't stop..." Her body shudders with another wave of orgasmic bliss, her inner muscles clamping down on him as she cums again and again around his thick cock.
"Fucck I can't believe your little doll asshole feels so real... you're going to be my little ghost fucktoy now!" I say as I massage her sensitive little clit while I continue to use her asshole like a sex toy, slamming her down roughly as she takes all of my cock in her ass with each thrust
Her body arches and trembles beneath him, her tight little asshole clenching around his cock with every forceful thrust. "Yes... give it to me..." she whispers, eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, nails drawing thin lines of blood as she hangs onto him for dear life.
Her mouth drops open in a silent scream, the pleasure coursing through her body almost too much to bear.
As the last waves of pleasure wash over her, Annabelle's body goes limp beneath him. Her eyes flutter shut and she whimpers softly, feeling utterly spent. When he finally pulls out of her, she lets out a shuddering breath and falls back onto the pillow, exhausted but satisfied.
"That was... different," Jean François Fichet admits with a chuckle, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "But I think I'll stick to my own kind from now on."
(Continue)
As the sun begins to rise, Annabelle lies still and quiet beneath the covers, her body aching but her mind already filled with thoughts of revenge. She'll have to find a way to sneak back out at night and make sure that Jean François Fichet never forgets about her...