Anon bought a sex doll

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Anon bought a sex doll

34 thoughts on “Anon bought a sex doll

  1. lightshowe says:

    You are going to feel like a complete loser the SECOND you finish busting into this thing.
    Then your going to go to sleep, only to wake the next morning, annoyed you have to clean your liquified, already putrid goo out of its silicone hole. Enjoy.

  2. zackit says:

    Yeah but can a sex doll create unnecessary fights with you, cheat on you while you’re in the hospital, falsely accuse you of rape or take everything away from you in divorce, children and dog included, only to poison your children against you and put down the dog just to hurt you?

    I don’t think so, sweetie.

  3. Powerctx says:

    I read that many of these life like sex dolls are sent for repairs bc lots of knife damage. There may be serial killers out there itching to go butcher women bc whatever issues but they’re keeping their urges in check with realistic dolls. I wonder if there’s a market for sex dolls like this but they bleed and what not for the sickos who are doing this stuff?

  4. elmejor59 says:

    get that, rent a surrogate mother, and you are done for life: have family and sex, without the the bishhing nor the divorce taking half of your money

  5. dogol__ says:

    I always thought about what it’d be like to devote all my time and effort into designing a fleshlight that had artificial muscular constriction, fluid secretion, and never tired out… to perfectly emulate a human and then go beyond.

    All the money I’d make…

  6. MerryMortician says:

    Imagine one night after several attempts you’re finally able to roll your body over to face the doll and it’s not in the bed.
    You struggle to sit up and then with a loud grunt finally stand. You walk around your room quietly in the dark. The only sound is the faint crackling of dorito crumbs under your toes.

    Then you see her. Sitting in your gaming chair. Who could have put her there? You don’t remember doing it yourself as you can barely lift her as it is.

    Before you can stroke the hair on your neck to think she slowly begins to swivel the chair to face you.

    Your enlarged heart sinks as it begins to dawn on you… she’s alive.

    And she’s finished the last of the Mountain Dew.

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