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By tradition, the first sex doll Vovchik began collecting on the day of majority.

- Well, you do not particularly get carried away, - mother patted her son in the head, going into the room.

On the floor in a long cardboard box, covered with foam, lay graceful parts of the body: arms, legs, female head with black disheveled hair, body, feet, hands.

- Yes, she is beautiful! - Mom laughed, watching with what a rush and at the same time a serious face on her face Vovchik laid the doll on the floor.

- Mom, do not bother! - the son frowned in annoyance. The lower part was without clothes, the top too. His eyes constantly bumped into boobs and vagina. Pointed nipples with brown haloes, a thin strip of pubic hair, pink vaginal lips, like a tulip that was not dissolved, were so natural, completely identical to the living model, that Vovchik's head was spinning and his hands shook from excitement. How he would like to touch her breasts now, to put his finger in the hole between his legs, to touch the doll, which will come to life as soon as he fastens her head. But the mother in the room spoiled all the raspberries. She did not seem to notice the emotional agony of her son.

“Okay, I won’t bother you,” she finally caught the mood of Vovchik, who suddenly frowned at the instruction. “When you're done, come to the kitchen.” I cooked soup.

“Yeah," Vova frowned in reply, without raising his eyes.

She went out, quietly closing the door behind him, and he again began to twist the silicone parts of the body until it clicked. The pale skin of the doll was no different from his own: just as soft, with a thin fat on the belly and bottom, firm and stretched on the clavicle and pelvic bones. Skin and warmth gave away, like a real one. Vovchik stroked the velvet body, avoiding intimate touches. The slender legs of the pupa flowed into the elastic thighs and waist, the drops of the breasts crushed against the rib cage, spreading evenly, leaving small folds visible from the bottom and sides. Vovchik raised the doll to lean it against the bed, and the boobs immediately leveled, found clear forms of elastic tennis balls. He swallowed nervously, scooped one breast with his palm, beating it. The nipple was lethargic to him.

Vovchik was just about to complete the assembly, when he suddenly realized that the girl would wake up completely naked.

“Fool!” He grinned, smacked his palm against his forehead.

There is nothing terrible, of course, in a naked awakening. Manufacturers of sex dolls warn users in advance how to act in such cases. The first two hours, the fembot will willingly believe in any nonsense suggested for the truth. You can, for example, tell a doll that it is a dog, and then it will behave like a man’s best friend: crawling on all fours everywhere, fondling from a bowl, yapping, chewing on everything and even shitting in the corners. But such perversions were not included in the Vovka plans.

Everything must be natural, he thought. “Let Dasha think she is a person like me.”

He came up with the name a long time ago, at the dawn of puberty, when children's pink dreams became clear sexual in nature.

Now, looking at the naked female body without a head, he suddenly remembered the clothes.

- Fool! Fool! He exclaimed aloud, looking around.

Panties, bust, socks, jeans, T-shirt - all of this lay in a separate plastic bag, fixed in the corner of the box.

Vovchik took another half hour to tear off all the labels, to dress the doll in clothes. Especially hard were the jeans, which in no way wanted to fit on the hips. Vovchik puffed, tightened them, and so, and that, finally realized that a bit was wrong with the size. As an option, there were shorts, but Vovchik decided that a doll in jeans would look much better. With a grief in half, he buttoned a button on Dasha’s stomach, tightened his pants.

- Like this! It is quite another matter! - pleased, he examined the result.

The head, which all this time lay in the box, was particularly disturbed by Vovchik. Still, not every day you hold in your hands a work of art. Black disheveled hair framed angelic face. Plump lips, nose, brows, as if alive, caused awe. If the eyes were open, Vovchik would have died at all with fear. But the doll slept, as it should be according to the instructions for all the pupae to sleep.

“Sleeping beauty wakes up five seconds after the cervical vertebra clicks,” he read in the manual.

And then she will open her eyes, look at him for the first time with pure immaculate adoration, say something beautiful ...

However, Vovchik completely finished winding his head. There was a final touch - turn the head to the click.

Vovchik looked around.

- Fool! Fool! - he again grabbed his forehead.

What does she see when she wakes up, huh? Torn box and assembly traces?

He hopped around the room, throwing foam blocks into the box. Those did not fit, did not want to go exactly. Then he began with anger to break them, push them, tamping with his foot. The whole process was rather delayed, the soup in the kitchen had already cooled down. Vovchik with effort closed the box, clasped it with two hands and dragged it to the balcony.

- Well, how is it? - Mom was lying on the couch, throwing her legs in slippers on the armrest, changing channels on the TV, grinning at the corner of her lips.

- Yes, no way, - Vovchik frownedly dismissed, but, returning from the balcony, suddenly stretched out in a cute thievish smile, like a loser, caught unawares. So he felt himself under her mother's cap.

Mom is not just smirking, watching her son. Vovchik perfectly understood what was on her mind.

“The same as mine, in principle!” He thought, returning to the room.

Vovchik sat on a dressed, fully ready for exploitation doll on a chair.

“Well, come what may!” - with a deft hand movement he turned his head into place and slammed his booty onto the bed.

Pointing his chin with his fists, he began counting to five, barely moving his lips:

"One two three four..."

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The plump bespectacled man twisted, revealing a paling of tattered teeth.

“Hello,” he murmured, his piggy eyes running and froze, sinking to her chest.

- Hello, who are you? - she frowned, trying to remember.

- I am Vova. And you Dasha.

- I'm Dasha? - she frowned. - Strange name.

- Do not you like it? - the bespectacled man instantly became sad.

- No, why. Good name. What am I doing here? - she tried to lift herself up, but jeans pressed down so that there was nothing to sigh.

- Do you live here. You are my girlfriend, - the bespectacled face blushed, licked his lips.

- Yes? And I thought you live here, - she looked in disbelief at the room. A poster with a dinosaur on the wall, crumpled pieces of paper, felt-tip pens scattered all over, wallpaper covered with hands, a water rat in the aquarium caused a confusion and a break in the pattern in the head.

- I live here too. That is, we live here together and sleep on this bed, - Vova clapped a hand over the blanket next to him. “Together,” he added, a little quiet.

- It is clear, - she thought about it, her eyelashes filled her tap, thinking. - Where are my things? - wrinkled forehead, again feeling the squeezing pain on the abdomen and thighs.

“One thing,” the fat man extended a transparent bag with a trembling hand.

“Shorts,” she pulled out the only wardrobe item, unfolded it, puffing her lips in displeasure. “Well, better in shorts than jeans.”

- And what, tight? - the bespectacled man already jumped up, excitedly jumped to the window, rested his back on the window sill, folding his hands on his stomach. - Let me order others.

- Come on, only then, - she threw slanting glances at the fat girl. - While I want to change clothes.

- Yes, yes, of course, - the bespectacled man zasemenil to the door. He himself was wearing spacious black shorts to the knee, high black socks, and a white, worn t-shirt.

“Is this really my boyfriend?” - Dasha surprisedly stretched her sponges, wondering how quickly she could change her clothes so as not to cause inconvenience to the fat guy.

Jeans slid down from her hips, she pulled them away, turning them inside out. Black ...