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OMG, yes! The stimulation is incredible as my body relaxes, arousal seeping from my tiny hole. I’ll be able his 

accommodate his huge size if he keeps doing this, no problem. 

But again, Brad surprises me. His fingers now covered in my juices, he pulls them out with a distinct sucking sound. I lift my pussy subtly in invitation, but he doesn’t go there. Instead, the man caresses my asshole, and it feels surprisingly good. Then he gently pushes a finger, still slippery with my juices, gently into my tight little hole and I gasp, realizing that he’s lubing me up. I only have a second to wonder at why, before I feel him pull his finger back out, and suddenly the head of his cock is pushing against my bottom. He wants anal? Wait, but I’ve never done this before! Wait, wait, wait! 

But of course, there’s no waiting because I’m supposed to be a sex doll with a rear end designed for his pleasure. Brad groans, gripping my hips, and pushes further as I gasp. There’s a sharp twinge of pain but it immediately recedes, replaced by rapture. Little by little, Brad pushes his giant rod all the way into the tightness of my ass and my eyes roll back in ecstasy. What the hell? I had no idea anal could feel so good. Different, but so, so good. 

“Fuck,” Brad grunts as he embeds himself in me to the hilt. I feel his balls press against my pussy and his hands grip me tightly on my hips to hold me in place and he starts fucking my ass, long, slow, and hard. It feels so good that I’m dripping pussy juice onto his sheets and that’s going to be a dead giveaway if there ever was one becaus sex dolls don’t have pussy juice. Or do they? I swear, these days the girls can do anything, and I need to read up! figure out my next steps. Still, at this moment I don’t care and press my face into the sheets to stifle my y screams rapture as my ass is invaded. 

“So fucking tight,” Brad groans involuntarily from behind me. “Goddamn, that’s good. Your ass looks amazing stuffed full of my cock like this.” His dirty talk turns me on so much that my pussy squelches loudly as his ball pr against my clit as he rides me. But I’m beyond caring whether he heard because I’m close to coming, and by the sounds of it, so is he. He fucks my ass harder and harder, my cheeks wobbling like massive mounds of white 

cream. 

“Holy shit,” he grunts as I feel his balls contract against my pussy, “holy fucking shit,” and I know he’s about to pump his load into my ass. “FUCK!” he grunts loudly and deeply as I feel his cock jerk violently inside my ass. Th tips me over the edge and an orgasm rips through me. To my horror, my pussy squeezes tightly as I come, squir pussy juice in repeated hot gushes all over his balls and thighs. Oh shit, oh shit! The game is up because only re women squirt, and I can’t stop either. Huge gushes of sweet cream continue to stream from my drenching the man behind me. But to my surprise, all I hear is a low chuckle of pleasure as he kneads my ass y secret space. cheeks, still buried to the balls in my rectum. Does he know? Does it matter? Oh god, what do I do now? 

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My thoughts churn as I stock the shelves at Mickey’s. How in the hell did I avoid a confrontation with Brad last night? After all, the deep rear–end action was so good that I ended up squirting all over his balls and thighs. Su a doll doesn’t do that, right? So yes, I totally expected to be called out. I figured Brad was going to yell and scre 

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and then potentially throw me out of the house. 

Yet none of that happened. Instead, Brad finished coming inside my ass, groaning with release. But also like last time, he got up and simply stalked out to the bathroom to take a shower. And like last time, I quickly got the sex doll out of the closet, put her back on the bed, grabbed my pajamas, and fled. 

“Yo yo yo!” Elissa suddenly shrieks next to me, and I startle out of my reverie with such a shock that I knock over the contents of the make–over display and send them crashing to the floor. Several customers in adjacent aisles look up from their shopping and glance at us with some interest. 

“Whoops, sorry,” giggles Elissa as she starts cleaning up the mess. “I only wanted to say hello.” 

“Sheesh, girlfriend,” I reply while crouching down on the store floor next to her to pick things up. “That was some hello. You’re definitely wired up today.” 

“Yeah, it’s the coffee,” she admits. “Maybe I overdid it this morning. But what about you? You’re literally sleeping standing up, Chrissy.” Unfortunately, Greg’s balding head appears above us before I can reply. 

“What’s going on here?” our manager whines with his beady eyes darting right to left. 

“Sorry, Greg, it was my fault. I wasn’t looking where I was going,” Elissa offers graciously, and I feel a wave of gratitude towards her for covering for me. 

“Well, at least nothing looks broken,” Greg snips. “Just watch where you’re going next time.” 

“Of course,” replies Elissa, and thankfully, our manager disappears, leaving us to finish putting the cosmetics back on the display. 

“Well?” nudges Elissa, I throw a couple of glances down the aisles, but all the customers seem to have gone back to shopping. 

“lamexhausted,” I confess, letting out a loud 

yawn. 

“I can see that,” snorts Elissa. “But why? You haven’t been up all night spying on Brad and his sex dolls again, have you? You told me last time about what happened.” 

“Not exactly…” I reply. 

“Not exactly?” presses Elissa, her eyes going wide. “What does that mean?”