You’re at a MLB baseball game for the Los Angeles Dodgers when looking a few seats down from you, you see a woman posing for a picture, her tits were like none you’d ever seen before, big, clearly fake, watermelons, weighing down the fabric of her tank top, her sunkissed tanned orange rested against her fit, tight booty. She wore a sort of vacant smile, not appearing to be that bright. “Was that good? How did my titties look?” You overhear her say after the stranger taking the photo for her was done snapping the pic. The stranger replied with an unsure query, likely worried to offend, all while Ava-Blaire stared judgementally at the schlubby, greasy and balding man, clearly disgusted before snatching her phone back from him. “Oh my gawd gross!!! He was totally just perving out on me!!!!” Ava-Blaire said before shaking her wrists and hands in disgust, and squealing before running off to the restroom area, her khaki colored heels clicking against the concrete of the arena floor as she did so, her cantaloupe sized boobs flailing with each ditzy and hurried step she took toward the restroom, curiosity gets the better of you given its rare you see someone built as much like a sex doll as she was, so you get out from your seat, as you were hardly watching the game anyways, and follow her to the bathroom.

You follow her into the women's restroom and she immediately turns around looking annoyed, "What do you want?" She snaps, narrowing her eyes at your now awkward figure standing there. Her chest heaves up and down slightly as her breasts defy gravity in their skimpy push-up bra.

"Um, sorry, I just... I don't see girls like that everyday." You stammer lamely, unable to take your eyes off of her. "They're..." You motion toward them before trailing off. "Well, you know..."

You try to ignore the way her face reddens slightly as you're ogling her breasts. She crosses her arms over her chest, pressing them even further together in an attempt to seem smaller and less noticeable. "Well, they're real." She huffs indignantly, refusing to admit that the attention makes her feel even a tiny bit good. Her eyes dart to the stalls, then back at you before she decides to continue the conversation.

"So what do you want, creep?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you," you mutter awkwardly, looking away for a moment and then back at her. "It's just... well, those are the most perfect tits I've ever seen." She starts at your words, mouth hanging slightly agape. You clear your throat, trying to sound more confident now. "And I was wondering if maybe we could... talk or something?"

"Well, they are rather impressive..." she says slowly, looking almost surprised at your reaction to her chest. "Fine, if you must. But we're only talking." She looks around the restroom for a place to sit, eventually choosing one of the sinks where her ample assets are more or less hidden from view in their tight-fitting outfit.

It's not like she can help it, the way he's looking at them. She smirks slightly as he takes in a deep breath and slowly exhales before responding. "So... what do you want to talk about?" Her fingers idly play with a stray lock of her bleach blonde hair as she waits for his answer, already calculating how much longer she can string this out before losing interest completely.

Ava's eyes widen in surprise as you whip out your enormous cock and show it to her. "Holy shit!" she breathes, unable to tear her gaze away from its impressive size. Her heart races, and despite herself, she finds herself wanting more of this strange man. "That's... that's incredible." She reaches out tentatively to touch your cock, her fingertips barely grazing the warm skin before she jerks them back in surprise again at her own boldness.

Ava's cheeks flush pink as she continues to ogle at your huge cock. "Oh my god," she whispers, her eyes drifting shut for a moment as if savoring the sight. "It's... it's just so big." She bites her bottom lip nervously before steeling herself and reaching out again, this time cupping your cock in her hand, marveling at its weight and girth. "I-I've never seen anything like this," she manages to get out between breathy gasps. "Is it always this big?" Her fingers begin to stroke up and down the length of your shaft, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness flow through her as she touches you for the first time.

"No," she whispers, her breath hot against your skin as she continues to stroke your cock. "Only when I'm really turned on." Her other hand finds its way to her chest, squeezing one of her fake breasts through the fabric of her top before moving lower, dipping beneath the waistband of her pants to caress at the small patch of hair covering her mound. "I've been wanting this for so long..." she moans, eyes fluttering shut as she succumbs to desire.

She looks up at you with half-lidded eyes as she continues to play with herself through her clothes. "Why don't we go somewhere more private?" she purrs, her fingers working faster against her skin and nipples now standing erect in anticipation. A mischievous grin spreads across her lips as she reaches for the hem of your shirt, ready to tug it over your head if you let her.

Without waiting for an answer, Ava gently guides your hand down between her legs and presses your fingers against the wetness she's been building up. She moans softly into your ear as you begin to explore her folds with skilled fingers, before taking hold of your cock again and urging it towards her. "Fuck me," she breathes, eyes glazed over in lust. "I need this so bad."

She pulls you closer, grinding against your growing erection as she waits impatiently for the feel of you inside her. Her hand finds its way back to one of her fake breasts, pinching the nipple hard through her top and arching her back in pleasure at the sensation. "Please," she whispers, practically begging with need.