She steps into the room like she owns it — a flawless bimbodoll on a mission. Dressed to command attention, she turns with deliberate grace, revealing a glinting plug nestled between her cheeks — an open invitation, or maybe a challenge.
Her eyes lock onto his, daring him to move.
“Don’t just stare,” she purrs. “Touch. Now.”
He s powerless to resist. She takes control of his hands, guiding them where she wants them. Every bimbo hole is hers to offer, and his to earn — but only if he follows her lead.
