Personal Fuck Doll – Your Voodoo Doll

Personal Fuck Doll – You Left, You Pay

 

I once believed that when a man said he loved you, he meant it. Yet here I was, curled in a ball curled in a ball, crying my eyes out. A friend had sent me a link to a site called “Your Voodoo Doll.” Carol is so stupid, believing in voodoo dolls. Scrolling through the site, I saw one that said, “Personal fuck Doll.” Curious, I clicked it.
It looked like a cute little voodoo doll; how could something so tiny be a fuck toy? I began reading the description. “Did you get dumped? Are you missing them? There touch? This fuck toy is not like any other. Think of who you desire; the doll will connect to that person until death. Whatever you do, they will feel where you stick the pin; they will feel it as whatever sex act you think, and they will begin to want you over time. The more accepting the person is of your deeds, the quicker the process.”

Personal Fuck Doll – Oh, The Naughty Things

Hours went by of me downing two bottles of Smirnoff, smoking four blunts, and reading the directions of this stupid personal fuck doll, when I decided $19 would either get me a working voodoo doll or a cute toy. I ordered the voodoo doll and closed my eyes—all the naughty thoughts of what I would started to rush in. I can see you out with her as I rub the crotch of your voodoo doll. Watch as you get hard under the table, and my face pops into your head. You grab her hand so you can stop yourself from thinking of me. I’m not letting that happen. In my head, I can see you trying to resist me and want her, so I grab a needle and prick it into the crotch.”

Your Voodoo Doll, Our Bodies

As the thoughts of what will happen flood through my head, all I can imagine as the prick goes into the personal fuck doll’s crotch is the feeling of my pussy gripping tightly to your shaft. The thought of you moaning and grabbing her hand sent chills through my body. Like electricity, flowing through my moans as I gripped my pussy through my panties, feeling the pool of my juices. In my head, I begin to wonder what else I can do. I’d then take another needle and stick it in his right arm. The image floods my mind as if I am there, my knees on his lap and my arm around his wrist, pinning it to the wall. I can feel what he feels, his cock inside of me. His wrist squeezed between my hand and the wall.

Sorry, Not Sorry, Personal Fuck Doll

I could feel his heart and cock throbbing. Panic rushes through his eyes as his white creamy load drips out of his tight black jeans. This personal fuck doll is fun! At the thought of this site, I began putting my hand inside my panties. I started rubbing my sloppy, wet pussy when I suddenly heard a knock on my door. Startled, I rip my hand out of my panties, feeling my juices covering my fingers; I look for a napkin. That’s when I hear another pounding. Startled for the second time, I scramble off my couch towards the door. When I opened it, I saw a pair of black jeans covered in white all over the crotch. I look up to see my ex, who is staring at my pussy juice-filled fingers.

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