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In the dimly lit room, the man's hands are a stark contrast against the doll's pale, smooth skin. He starts at her breasts, tweaking her nipples, before moving down to her core. His fingers, slick with lube, glide in and out, the wet sounds filling the room. He leans in, his breath ragged, and whispers, "Come for me, my little doll," as he curls his fingers, hitting that perfect spot. She convulses, her painted nails digging into his arms as she rides out her climax, her body trembling with simulated ecstasy.