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Pygmalion's Taboo: Fucking His Life-Size Doll
In a private, dimly lit sanctuary, a man loses himself in the forbidden fruit of his own creation. His sex doll, a perfect replica of a woman, lies before him, her body positioned in an inviting, submissive pose. He runs his hands over her, admiring the craftsmanship, the attention to detail that makes her almost, but not quite, real. His cock is hard, aching with desire, and he guides it to her waiting hole. He pushes in, feeling the tightness, the resistance, the sensation of being enveloped in warm, yielding flesh. He begins to fuck her, his hips moving in a steady, rhythmic dance, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her back onto him. He imagines her moaning, her body responding to his, her pleasure building alongside his own. He fucks her harder, faster, his body slamming into hers, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He feels his orgasm building, his balls tightening, his cock throbbing. With a final, powerful thrust, he comes, his cock pulsing as he fills her with his seed, his body shuddering with the force of his release. He collapses onto her, his body slick with sweat, his heart pounding in his chest. For a moment, he allows himself to believe that she is real, that she has shared his pleasure, that they are