Breaking it In

"Sit." You command, and watch as Asuka's face scrunches into a look of tsundere-esque irritation before she plops herself down on the ground as gracefully as she can. Her sundress, the outfit she appeared in, bunches up atop her pleasantly thick, pristine thighs as she frowns up at you.

"You can speak, b-but, uh, please don't yell?" You wince as you stutter. Your nerves are admittedly a little high, having such an attractive embodiment of your childhood crush in your room, but it doesn't really help you feel all that in control.

"Whatever. Verdammt dummkopf..." Asuka mumbles grumpily, looking up at you from the ground. She seems to recognize you in some capacity, and she's not exactly panicked about being in a new place now that she's speaking again.

"...Do you know where you are?" You ask.

"Ja, I'm in your bedroom." Asuka says, plainly.

"Do you... know what you are?"

Asuka stares flatly at you, a very anime-esque incredulous expression on her face. "I'm a sex doll. It's hard to not know when I can do this." She let her jaw hang, and immediately starts drooling on herself as she seems to activate some kind of lubrication feature.

"Oh... I just, would've thought you... y-you know... would've thought you were the real Asuka." You admit sheepishly. 'I guess that's what I get for how I phrased my entry? It's probably for the best she's aware anyways.' "S-so um, that means you... know what I want to do, right?"

"Of course, perv." Asuka rolled her eyes, and wordlessly opened her mouth while lube continued to drip out of it.

You approach slowly, swallowing a lump in your throat as your heavy, swollen cock pulses and bounces with every step. Her eyes flicker to it and you see the amount of lube increase, and that's enough of an ego boost for you to feel confident as you stop in front of her and rest the tip on her lip. "Do you want this?" You tease shakily. She stares up at you with a personality-accurate look of defiance.

Maybe you're power-tripping a bit, when you speak. "You want this. You want this so badly that you can't stop yourself from swallowing every last inch of it." Her face contorts into an unreadable expression, before your cock is alight with pleasure. Her mouth and throat pulsate around your length in a way that's clearly meant to make you cum faster, her lips soft and pleasant as they drag over your length repeatedly and slam into the base of your cock.

Little lewd gags and slurps escape her as her eyes roll back, and you last maybe thirty seconds. You shudder as your orgasm arrives, grabbing the back of her head and holding her at the base of your shaft while your meat flexes and dumps its load inside of her. Your legs almost go numb as the added size of your shaft makes the orgasm infinitely more intense, and the feeling of her hands loosely pressing against your legs as though trying to pull back for air makes it even better.

When you finish, you pull back, only for her to lean forward and try to suck on your cock again even as it starts to soften. Right, she's still following your last command.

"You should be--slurp--embarrassed by--slurp--your low endurance." She critiques, even while flicking her tongue across your cock. It feels so much less impressive, barely a couple inches soft, and yet she still takes the whole thing in her mouth and moans so lewdly...