Amelia and Michelle Doll’s

Mark stood back, arms crossed, admiring the image of remaining naked soccer players he'd arranged in his living room like merchandise on display. The frozen girls stared blankly ahead with unseeing eyes, their bodies still glistening in places from his earlier visits. Time remained stopped, the house silent except for his own breathing and the occasional shift of his weight on the carpet. He could take his time here, there was no rush after all.

His gaze lingered longest on Amelia Parker. He stared at her face. The wide-eyed, slightly parted-lip expression from her mug-breaking moment was uniquely endearing. Her mixed features gave her an exotic look that none of the others quite matched, and her body—toned from years of soccer but soft in all the right places—had felt incredible when he'd bent her over the couch earlier. It was an experience he wanted to have again and again. Plus, she'd been separated from the group when he froze time. It would be easiest to explain her disappearance as her just wandering off klutzily after the broken mug incident.

Then he looked to Michelle Winston’s frozen form. She had felt just as amazing when he had frozen sex with her earlier, and he liked her body proportions and her face wasn’t one he would tire off. Plus the black girl had been coming back from the bathroom when time froze, so her disappearance would be easier to explain.

It was between Amelia and Michelle. Mark debated internally who to choose, groping both girls in the process. After a few minutes, he made his choice.

"Yeah... you," Mark murmured, stepping forward and cupping Amelia's face in both hands. He kissed her unresponsive lips deeply, his tongue exploring her still mouth. "You're staying with me Amelia. Permanently."

His hands drifted down and gave Amelia’s breasts a firm squeeze.

“Mmm…. Very nice.” Amelia didn’t complain in the slightest, simply staring at Mark with blank brown eyes.

He lifted the stiff girl into his arms and carried her upstairs like a trophy. Her firm ass rested over his shoulder, and her small, perky boobs pressed into his back with every step.

Arriving in his bedroom, Mark unceremoniously drops his new acquisition onto his bed with a soft thud, dropping Amelia’s stiff body down next to Nadia.

Not saying a word, Mark slowly spreads the mixed girls legs apart, and admires her folds. He leans in and starts licking them, not that he would ever get a reaction out of Amelia. Still, his new doll’s folds tasted a bit sweet, which was unexpected.

But as he stood there, his mind kept drifting back downstairs to the living room. To Michelle Winston. The tall, slim black goalie with the striking dark brown hair and the perfect ahegao face she’d been wearing when he’d fucked her earlier—mouth open, eyes wide and unfocused, staring blankly at the ceiling. She had felt incredible: tight, athletic, and completely helpless. Mark knew that one new doll wasn’t going to be enough today.

“Fuck it,” Mark muttered with a grin. “Why choose when I can have both?”

He left Amelia on the bed and headed back downstairs, time still frozen. In the living room the rest of the soccer team remained exactly where he’d left them—naked, cum-streaked, and motionless. He quickly found Michelle where he’d left her on the couch, her long legs still slightly parted, small breasts glistening, that deliciously lewd expression frozen on her face.

“You’re staying too, Michelle,” he said aloud, stroking her dark cheek before hoisting her tall, body over his shoulder. Her firm ass rested against his palm as he carried her upstairs to join Amelia and the rest of the collection.

Back in the bedroom he set Michelle down beside Amelia, arranging her so she was sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs spread wide, one hand resting on Amelia’s thigh as if inviting her to join in.

“Amelia, Michelle… stop!”

With that, Both Amelia and Michelle’s futures were sealed. No longer star soccer players, but love dolls for Mark’s enjoyment. Both girl’s continued to stare forward blankly.

Mark stepped between Michelle’s long legs first, sliding back into her still-wet pussy with a groan. Her body remained completely stiff and unresponsive, but the visual of her frozen ecstasy face made it even hotter. He thrust hard, gripping her narrow hips, her small breasts jiggling with each impact while Amelia lay beside them, legs raised, staring blankly at the ceiling.

“God… both of you are perfect,” he panted, switching between them—pulling out of Michelle to bury himself in Amelia, then back again. He alternated like that for a long while, groping their breasts, kissing their unresponsive lips, and talking dirty to his new dolls.

Finally he finished deep inside Amelia, shuddering as he cupped her small tits and thumbed her dark nipples. “Welcome to the collection, girls.”

Both Amelia and Michelle continued to stare ahead blankly, not a care in the world.