In the quiet of her room, Laska, the doll, becomes her own companion, her body the playground of her desires. She traces the outline of her breasts, her fingers dipping into her cleavage, before moving down to her stomach, her hips, her thighs. She spreads her legs, her fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles. She gasps, her body arching, her pussy dripping with need. She slips a finger inside, then another, fucking herself slowly, her thumb circling her clit. She adds a third finger, stretching herself, preparing herself for something thicker, harder. She moans, her body tensing as she brings herself to a shattering orgasm, her pussy clamping down on her fingers, her body shuddering with pleasure.