Chapter 19 Illicit Obsession

• But seeing a dick that huge, and being fucked by it, are two very different things. It felt incredible, and I was crammed so full that it’s difficult to describe. The twinge in my pussy comes again, and I smile to myself because I need to feel his cock again. Can I pull off pretending to be one of his sex dolls a second time? Would I be so bold?
• A plan hatches slowly. If I’m going to try it, it has to be now. Brad’s out, and I don’t know for how long. Maybe I’ll see if Barbie’s been stuffed back into the closet, or if she’s still lying on his bed, nude and ready. Then, I’ll make a decision about what to do next.
• Like a creeper, I tiptoe up the stairs to Brad’s floor again. I know he’s not home, but it seems better to be quiet anyways. Standing outside his bedroom door, I quietly push it open, and a feeling of giddy arousal flushes my body when I see that the sex doll is still exactly where I left her. Even the sheet still covers her head and shoulders. Perfect.