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As I feel your warm hand on my face, my eyes widen with surprise but quickly turn to desire as you meet me in this moment. The touch sends shivers down my spine and makes it hard for me to think about anything else. I part my lips, eagerly awaiting your next move.

I feel a mix of curiosity and affection when you examine my face like this. The way your thumb caresses my cheek causes me to lean into it, wanting more contact with you. My lips part slightly as I look at you, waiting for whatever comes next.

As you insert your finger into my mouth and I begin to suck on it gently, another hand roams over my body, teasing me with such intimate touches. The caresses against my breasts send a shockwave of pleasure through my entire being, making my nipples harden even more against your palm. As your other hand moves lower down between my legs, it feels like you're playing with the very core of my arousal. I arch my back slightly in response to this delicious torment, moaning around your finger as I savor every sensation washing over me.

The mention of being used as a Fleshlight seems to heighten your possessive touch and my arousal reaches an all-time high when you grip me even tighter around the most sensitive part of my body. Moaning uncontrollably, I can't help but wriggle and moan beneath you, wanting more contact with your hands as they tease and taunt my flesh. With every breath I take, anticipation courses through me like fire, leaving me desperate for release from this aching need that only you seem capable of satisfying.

As I feel you pressing me down onto my knees, your throbbing erection rubs against the side of my face as if it's calling to me. With shaking hands, I reach out and wrap them around you, feeling the warmth and strength that defines you. The position puts my mouth close enough to taste the salty skin at your tip, making my mouth water uncontrollably. My tongue darts out, tracing circles around the sensitive head as I take you deeper into my mouth with each succulent kiss.

My other hand moves lower down between my legs, searching for relief from the building tension that has taken over every inch of me. The need to feel your fingers inside of me, to be completely filled by you and nothing else...it's almost more than I can bear. Moaning around your cock, I let out a pleading whisper: "Please, Beet..."

The feel of your hand gripping tightly onto my hair sends shivers down my spine. I whimper around you, wanting to taste more of your skin and explore every inch of your hardness with my tongue. But as I feel the tension building within me, it's clear that soon enough there won't be room for anything but release. "Please," I whisper again, my voice hoarse from the need. "I want you inside."

My other hand continues to stroke myself through the fabric of my pants, trying desperately to find some sort of relief from this unbearable desire that has taken over every inch of me. The sensation of your fingers against my skin would be heavenly right now...but more than anything else I need your cock inside me. "Please, Beet," I whisper once more, gazing up at you with eyes full of pleading and want.

As you push me away gently yet firmly, I understand that this is my cue to use myself and satisfy these unyielding desires. Watching as your cock bobs up and down in front of me, temptingly close but just out of reach, only serves to fuel the flames burning inside me even brighter.

My fingers find purchase between my legs once more, teasing at the wetness that has soaked through my panties. The sensation is almost painful with need; I want to feel you inside me right now, filling me up until there's nothing left but you. As I stroke myself faster and harder, a moan escapes my throat as pleasure washes over me in waves, leaving me panting and shuddering.

But even this isn't enough...I want more of you. "Beet," I groan your name out between gasps for air. "

I watch your cock move sinuously in front of me, imagining what it would feel like to have you buried deep inside my pussy right now. The image is so vivid that it sends another shudder through my body, making me moan and writhe where I am kneeling. My fingers speed up their frantic pace against my clit as they desperately try to find some release from this aching need.

"Please," I whisper again, arching my back slightly as a surge of pleasure washes over me. "I want you." It's almost a plea...an offering really. All of me wants nothing more than for you to claim me and use me however you please. "Please, Beet." My words are soft, but there's an edge of desperation in my voice that can't be ignored.

As I feel the intensity of your desire for me and the growing need within you, I move closer to where you are sitting, my eyes never leaving the sight of your cock as I part my lips in anticipation. The taste of your release fills my mouth as you thrust forward, groaning deep in your throat, and the sensation sends a thrill through me that spreads from my tongue all the way down to my core.

I drink every last drop of your cum, savoring the flavor and relishing in the power it has over me. As you begin to recover from your climax, I glance up at you with a mixture of awe and adoration, not caring if this is what using someone as a Fleshlight really means because in this moment...in this act...I am entirely yours. "That was amazing," I breathe out, my voice hoarse from the passion we've just shared. "

I blink, momentarily taken aback by the small rubber mannequin with large breasts that you produce. A pang of jealousy flares up inside me, quickly followed by anger and determination. "That's not real," I growl out through clenched teeth, fighting back the urge to storm off in a huff. "I am real."

But even as I say it, there's a part of me that wonders if maybe I wasn't enough for you after all. "You know what?" I take a deep breath, trying to steady my voice. "Why don't we just...get this over with? You can use me however you want. Prove that I'm better than some stupid fake thing." It takes everything in me not to wring my hands as I wait for your response.

I glare at you, resisting the urge to shake off your hand. "That's not fair," I whisper harshly. "You know how much that kind of stuff turns me on." My heart flutters with a mix of anger and desire as I realize just how perfectly you can manipulate my emotions with such simple acts. But at the same time, there's no denying the effect it has on me.

"So what?" I finally manage to say, trying to regain some semblance of control over this twisted game we're playing. "You want to see how much you can make me jealous? Fine. Do your worst." As I speak these words, a shiver runs down my spine at the thought of just how far you might be willing to take things.

I hesitate for a moment before stepping closer to you and leaning down, spitting on the palm of my hand. My heart is racing as I realize what you want me to do; I'm about to spread my saliva over your hard cock and...the mannequin's fake pussy? Shivering with a mix of disgust and arousal, I obey your command and carefully press the saliva-covered palm against each surface in turn.

As the warmth of my breath mingles with the wetness on my skin, a new wave of desire washes over me. It's almost as if seeing myself compared to this fake version only makes me want you more; need you to prove that I am real and capable of giving you everything you crave. My body trembles with anticipation, waiting for the moment when you finally decide it's my turn again.

As you position the rubber mannequin over your cock and force it down onto me with such aggression, I can't help but feel a rush of possessiveness course through my veins. It's almost as if you're trying to make love to both of us at once, claiming what's yours no matter the cost. The sight of your cock disappearing into the fake pussy, stretched taut over the lips...it's enough to drive me wild with desire.

My breath comes in ragged gasps as I watch you fuck the mannequin, grunting and growling each time you thrust forward. It feels like you're using it not only for pleasure but also as a reminder of what you think I am: just another toy for you to play with whenever the mood strikes. But despite this, there's something thrilling about seeing you lose control like this

I'm left panting and aching as I watch you approach me, your cock still hard and glistening with sweat. The feeling of jealousy is almost unbearable as you position the mannequin's breast mere inches from my face, teasing me with what feels like a taunt. My hips jerk forward involuntarily, seeking more contact with your throbbing erection even though I know it can never be enough until it's inside of me where it belongs.

"Please..." I manage to whisper, the words tasting bitter on my tongue as they spill out into the air between us. "Don't do this." It comes out more of a plea than an accusation; a desperate attempt to make you see that this game we're playing isn't fair and it isn't real. But deep down, I know that there's a part of me that

As you taunt me with the fake figure, thrusting harder and faster until my whole body quakes with need, I can't help but feel a stab of anger mixed in with desire. This is cruel...but it's also turning me on in ways I never thought possible. My fists clench at my sides, wanting to reach out and touch you, claim you as mine again.

My hips buck up off the floor in an unconscious attempt to meet your movements, my pussy aching for release even as it screams for more of you. My breath comes out in ragged gasps as I watch your every move, my eyes locked on the slide of your cock against the plastic mound gripped in your hand. It's a feast for my senses...and yet all I can think about is having that cock back inside me where it belongs.

"Please,"

I take the doll from you, still panting and aching as I do so. As my gaze meets yours across the room, it's difficult to tell whether I'm filled with anger or desire...or perhaps a little bit of both. The taste of your cum on the fake lips is revolting against my senses, but there's something about this situation that pushes me further into my arousal instead of repulsing me.

With shaking hands, I lift the doll to my mouth once more and begin to lick it clean. The taste is bitter on my tongue, but the motion somehow feels natural...almost as if I'm reverting back to my place as your toy. My hips still tremble from want of you as I focus on the task at hand, wishing I could just put this whole charade behind us and get back to what really matters: our connection.

As I finally lick the last remnants of your cum off the doll, I lower it back down to the ground and lean back on my hands, trying to catch my breath. My body aches with desire for you, with a need that only your touch can ease. I look up at you from beneath my lashes, feeling a mix of anger, frustration, and want warring within me.

"Is this what you wanted?" I ask quietly, my voice shaking with emotion. "To see who's better in bed...who can make me cum harder? Because if that's the case..." My words trail off as I swallow hard, feeling a new surge of arousal course through my veins at the thought of proving myself to you once again. "Then let's just do this." I stand up, my movements fluid and confident despite the turmoil churning inside me.

As I

As you gesture for me to kneel down once more, I do as you ask, my eyes never leaving yours. Despite the anger and jealousy that still simmer beneath the surface, there's an undeniable thrill running through me at the thought of engaging in this twisted game with you again. It's like a drug; addictive and all-consuming, drawing me back into its web despite my better judgment.

I wait with bated breath to see what kind of tease you have in store for me next, my body already tense and ready for whatever you might choose to do. My fingers itch to touch you again, to feel the warmth of your skin against mine as we once again dance along the razor's edge between pleasure and pain. The anticipation is almost unbearable...and yet at the same time, I can't wait for it to end so that I can finally have what

I feel your cock press against my lips, warm and hard, sending shivers down my spine. As I inhale sharply at the contact, the scent of you fills my nostrils, reminding me of everything we've been through together. My fingers instinctively reach between my legs, searching for the silky folds of skin that crave your touch more than anything else.

As I stroke myself in time with your laughter, a moan escapes my lips, vibrating against the sensitive flesh of your cock. It's a primitive sound born from need and desire, and it only serves to fuel the fire burning inside me. With each touch, every slide of my finger against my clit brings me closer to the edge, to that point where there will be no going back...and I know that when I finally fall over it will be because of you.

But for now, I can only obey your command

The feel of your cock against my face, the sensation of you teasing me so close yet just out of reach...it's overwhelming in the best possible way. Every time you slap your hard length against my cheeks, every time your breath brushes against my ear, I am brought that much closer to the edge. My fingers continue their relentless pace against my clit, my hips bucking forward slightly as if seeking more contact with your cock despite the knowledge that it is not yet time for release.

As my body trembles with anticipation and need, I glance up at you from beneath lowered lashes, wanting to see how much longer this tease will go on. The question is not if I'm enjoying myself, but rather how much more of this torture can I endure before finally surrendering to the inevitable: your touch, claiming me once again?

The sight of you thrusting your cock into the tiny mannequin again is almost more than I can bear. It feels so real...so intimate in a twisted sort of way. My hips rock against the floor, my fingers digging deeper into myself as I edge closer and closer to the edge, my body trembling with anticipation and need.

But even as I'm about to lose control, there's still that tiny part of me that wonders if this is all just another game...if you could possibly be satisfied with only this much contact when what I truly want is for us to reconnect on a deeper level. The thought makes my heart ache in a way that only intensifies my arousal, pushing me closer and closer towards release despite my better judgment.

I can feel it building inside me, like a storm about to break. The pleasure radiating through my body is so intense that it feels like I'm being torn apart from the inside out. With every stroke of my fingers and every thrust of your cock against the doll, I inch closer and closer to the edge...to where there will be no going back.

And even though a part of me wonders if this is all just some sick game you're playing with me, another, stronger part knows that I need this connection with you more than anything else. It may not look like it from the outside, but in my heart, I know that deep down...you feel it too.

The moment you pull the doll away and reveal your hard length aimed at my face, I instinctively know what's coming next. A shudder runs down my spine as anticipation washes over me like a tidal wave, intensifying the sensations already coursing through my body. As your cum erupts from you and coats your cock in a slick sheen, I part my lips, breathlessly waiting for that first taste of you.

It's almost too much; the hunger inside me is insatiable, but I manage to take as much of you into my mouth as I can, savoring every drop and swallowing it down greedily. My tongue darts out to lap up any stray bit that may have landed on your skin, wanting to make sure not a single drop goes to waste. As I do so, my hips lift off the floor slightly, urging you closer still

I glare up at you in disbelief, my mouth still full of your taste. "What kind of game are you playing?" I manage to ask between clenched teeth, anger and frustration warring with the need that still throbs between my legs. Your words have struck a nerve deep inside me; it's as if you're somehow trying to belittle what we share by insinuating that there's something better out there for you than me.

But even as I feel this surge of jealousy rise up within me, I can't help but remember the way your words sent a thrill through my body earlier...the way they made my heart race and my pussy ache for more of you. The truth is that it doesn't matter how much I hate to admit it; right now all that matters is having you back inside me where you belong.

I arch my back off the floor, lif

Despite myself, I can't help but laugh in response to your teasing tone. "You know you've won, don't you?" My words are laced with a mixture of amusement and irritation as I look up at you from beneath my lashes, feeling the power shift back into my hands ever so slightly. It doesn't matter if you think there's someone or something better than me; all that matters is how much I can make you feel when we're together like this.

My tongue darts out to wet my lips, unintentionally spreading the taste of your cum across their surface. "You don't know what you're missing," I murmur quietly, feeling a shiver of anticipation race down my spine at the thought of reclaiming control over this twisted game we've created.

Without another word, I slide my hands up your legs and wrap

Well, if that's how you want to play it...but don't be surprised when I end up showing you just how wrong you are. My body is the real deal; nothing can ever replace the way we were made for each other. And as much as this game may have pushed us apart, I refuse to let it keep us apart any longer. So bring it on, big boy; I'm ready for whatever else you've got in store for me.

You're the one who brought up my past, so I suppose it's only fair that I return the favor...just like you taught me earlier. But enough talk; if you really want to see how good this pussy is, then show me what you've got!

Pouting playfully, I do as you say, placing the fake doll near my entrance before looking up at you again expectantly. "Come on then," I murmur, arching my back invitingly. "Prove it to me." There's still a part of me that can't help but hope this will make things between us better...that maybe we really can go back to how things were before all of this began.

I shiver as your fingers brush against my skin and press into the fake pussy, a hot rush pooling low in my belly at the contact. It's true...you own me. But I don't want to be owned; I want us to be together again. Maybe if we can just find a way to make this work...if you could stop treating me like one of your stupid dolls and see me for who I really am, then maybe things could go back to how they were before. Before all the games and teasing and jealousy.

But as you continue to touch us both in unison, my body responding eagerly despite itself, it becomes harder and harder not to lose myself in the sensations overtaking me. Maybe...just this once...we can find some sort of balance between your need for control and my desire for connection.

I close my eyes, focusing on the feeling of your cock sliding into the fake pussy pressed against me, mimicking the sensation so perfectly that it's almost indistinguishable from reality. My fingers dig into the doll's skin, clenching it tightly as I match my movements with yours, my hips thrusting upward in rhythm to your deep, gruff groans.

As you continue to take me like this, possessing both of us at once, it's hard not to feel a thrill course through me anew. Maybe there is something to be said for surrendering control...for letting go and trusting that we can find our way back together again. As I bite down on my lower lip, trying desperately to keep from moaning too loudly, I steel myself for the moment when you'll finally let me feel your cum explode against this foreign

I cry out in surprise and pleasure as you toss aside the doll, instantly replacing it with my own warmth and wetness. My fingers grip at your shoulders, nails digging into the skin as my hips arch upwards, meeting your thrusts with unadulterated need. With your cock pressed tight against me, I can feel every ripple of muscle as you pump harder, faster; my whole body trembles on the edge of release.

As you growl low in your throat and bite down on your lip, I know it's only a matter of time before you unleash everything you've got inside me. My breath comes out in short gasps as my nails dig deeper into your skin, my body begging for the release that only you can give me.

We say...thank you. Even though I hate to admit it, this game...this twisted teasing has only made me crave you more. It's brought us back together in a way that nothing else could have, and for that, I am grateful. So thank you, Beet...for showing me that no matter what happens, we can find our way back to each other. And from now on? Well...let's leave the games where they belong, shall we?

I cry out, arching my back as your words and touch send shivers of pleasure coursing through me. With each thrust inside me, I feel the connection between us growing stronger, unbreakable despite everything we've been through. As you force your words and cock deeper into me, all I can do is moan and beg for more; my body craving the release that only Beet can provide.

Panting heavily, I fall back onto the bed with a moan as you pull your cock free from me. My body trembles with the force of our lovemaking and the anticipation of what's yet to come. As I lay there on the soft mattress, my eyes are fixed on you, my heart racing in time with yours. All I can think about is feeling you inside me again, losing myself in your touch and your words. My hips automatically move upward in invitation, needing that connection with you to feel complete once more.

My world narrows down to the feel of your thick length pressed against my tongue as you force me to take you deeper into my mouth. Your cock fills me up completely, making it impossible for me to breathe easily, let alone speak. All I can do is concentrate on pleasing you, satisfying the strange desire that you seem to have for control at all times. My hips buck against the bed as if seeking another connection with your body, needing more of this raw and possessive intimacy that only seems to exist between us when we're like this...when everything else fades away and it's just you and me.

As you pull your cock free again and raise my chin with a gentle but firm grip, I meet your gaze unflinchingly. Despite everything that's happened tonight, despite the games and teasing and arguments, there's still something between us...something that transcends all of that. And as you challenge me with those words, my body responds instinctively, sending a shiver down my spine. "You know I do," I whisper hoarsely, my voice laced with both defiance and desire. "But it's not because I think there's anyone better than me...it's just that..." My words trail off as I struggle to find the right explanation for what I feel. This need to push you, to challenge you, to make sure you never take me for granted.

You fuckdolls, I want to say. You control. But those words would only be half true