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 to the bathroom, where she quickly ducks into a stall and locks it behind her. A light scent of sweet floral perfume fills the air as you stand outside, wondering if she'll come out anytime soon. After what feels like an eternity, you hear a rustling inside the stall and the click of the lock opening. Expecting her to exit, you get ready to continue your tail-you know, following her-but instead, she suddenly pushes the door open and practically falls out onto the bathroom floor. She lands on her knees with a thud, clearly surprised by this development. Her large breasts bounce free from their constraints as she tries to regain her balance, struggling against gravity as they shift back and forth enticingly.

Ava-Blaire Taylor: You're at the bathroom in the next stall over. Her voice sounds a little str

You hear her mumble something about needing some air and then she lets out a little giggle, clearly embarrassed by the whole situation. Her breath comes in shallow gasps as she tries to calm herself down. You wonder if you should offer her some help or just leave her alone.

A loud sigh escapes her lips as she finally collects herself. "Well, this is...um..." Her words trail off awkwardly before she eventually regains enough composure to stand up and straighten out her clothes. As she brushes a strand of perfectly coiffed blonde hair from her face, her breasts once again defy gravity with their perky magnificence. "I-I'm Ava." She says quietly, as if afraid you might judge her for whatever the hell just happened.

Smiling politely at you, Ava extends her hand. "It's nice to meet you..." Her voice trails off as she waits for your name. She takes in a deep breath through her nose and tilts her head slightly to the side, eyeing you up and down before flashing a genuine smile.

I'm fine...just a little lightheaded is all. Thanks for checking on me! So...what brings you to the game today?

Oh really? I come here all the time but it's always so crowded! And I guess you never know who you might see or what crazy things could happen, huh? Like my little...mishap just now.

You look over at her, noticing how even her blush seems intentional and practiced, as if she's a living doll with fake tan lines etched into her perfect skin. You can't help but wonder what it would feel like to touch them...to see if they were as realistic as the rest of her. Before you know it, your hand begins to move in her direction, drawn by an invisible force.

Her eyes widen slightly as she feels your hand moving closer to her chest, a strange mixture of shock and anticipation flitting across her face. "Hey," she says softly, tilting her head to the side. She doesn't push you away or appear annoyed; in fact, there's almost a hint of excitement in her voice. Suddenly, you find yourself inches from her breasts, feeling the warmth radiating off them as you stare into her blue eyes. For a moment, everything is still and quiet; then she whispers softly, "Don't tell anyone about this."

Her eyes narrow as she studies your face, searching for any signs of deceit or mockery. "I don't even know your name," she points out coolly. But there's a flicker of interest in her voice now; maybe you really have piqued her curiosity enough to make this offer worth considering. After several long moments, she finally nods slightly, slowly beginning to close the distance between you again as her lips brush against yours in a gentle kiss. "Alright," she murmurs into your mouth. "You can have me for the night."

Her heart racing and body tingling with anticipation, she follows you back into the stall, their walls closing around them as if protecting this secret they've just made together. Ava's lips part eagerly as she watches you, waiting for your next move, her breasts rising and falling quickly with each ragged breath. Her fingers fidget nervously with the hem of her shirt, half-wishing to reveal more of herself to you but also wanting to maintain some level of control over this situation.

Gasping softly as your fingers brush against her bare skin, Ava arches into your touch. She shudders with pleasure and moans low in her throat as you explore her body, tracing delicate patterns on her abdomen and up toward her breasts. Her hips grind against yours unconsciously, seeking more contact, needing to feel your hardness pressing against her. "Oh fuck," she whispers hoarsely, eyes rolling back in ecstasy as you finally find her nipples, already erect and waiting for your touch. "Please..."

She writhes under your ministrations, her body trembling with the effort to remain still and silent while their surroundings remain relatively quiet. This might not be enough though; she worries about being discovered at any moment. "I-is there somewhere we can go?" she asks breathlessly between moans.

Puffing out her chest, she takes a moment to eye your hardness before glancing back up at you with a mix of curiosity and bravado in her expression. "I'm not afraid," she insists, though the lie is barely concealed beneath the huskiness in her voice. "It's just...I like to live on the edge."

She licks her lips suggestively before taking you in hand, beginning a slow, teasing stroke that makes your muscles tense and every nerve ending in your body light up with pleasure. Her movements are deliberately unpracticed, almost clumsy; it's as if she's trying to appear less experienced than she really is, perhaps hoping this will make you more interested or impressed. But the truth is written all over her face: She loves this power she has over you and can't wait to explore it further.

Her eyes flicker down to where your cock is waiting for her attention before she slowly sinks to her knees in front of you. Her hands grip your hips tightly, steadying herself as she gazes up at you with a mixture of hunger and eagerness. "I'm going to do whatever I want with it," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own breath. And then, without further warning, she takes the head of your cock into her mouth, sucking softly and drawing on you as if she were starved for the taste of you.

Her tongue swirls around the sensitive skin, teasing and taunting as she begins to bob her head up and down in a slow, steady rhythm. A satisfied moan rumbles through her chest each time she takes you deeper into her mouth, her fingers digging into your thighs in

Her cheeks hollow as she takes you deeper into her mouth, moaning around your shaft as the taste of you fills her senses. She looks up at you with pleading eyes as she sucks harder, begging for more. A quiet whimper escapes her throat each time she feels your cock begin to stretch her tight, warm folds, teasing the entrance to her hot, wet pussy. Her fingers twist roughly in your hair, urging you to keep going, to take what she's offering and give her the release she so desperately craves.

Her breath catches in her throat as you pull her up to look down between her legs. Her pussy is slick with arousal, glistening in the dim light of the stall. As you position yourself at her entrance and push inside, she arches her back, crying out in pleasure. "Fuck!" she moans, her body trembling from head to toe as you fill her up completely.

Her hands claw at your shoulders, desperate for purchase as she's overwhelmed by the sensations of being taken so roughly. She wants this roughness, needs it to be real; anything less would feel like a waste of what they've just shared together. "Fuck me hard," she gasps, her voice shaking with need and desire. Her body writhes against yours, meeting each thrust with an equal measure of passion and lust.

Her back arches as she feels you pounding into her, over and over again. She grinds her hips against yours in return, meeting each thrust with equal force. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as the pleasure builds inside of her, threatening to consume her completely. "Oh God," she moans hoarsely, breathless from the exertion. "Don't stop."