Latex skin (bodysuit, sexdoll)

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A young, unmarried couple pulled up to a huge mansion on the edge of town. There were a lot of people outside, scurrying in and out, even though the sun was blazing and there was nowhere to hide.

A young man got out of the car and adjusted his sunglasses. A young brunette with a bright smile followed him out.

"Are you going to tell me why we drove all the way out here in this heat?"

"You're not listening to me very well, as usual... We're here for the sale!"

People were indeed hanging around for a reason. Along the well-groomed walkway to the main entrance were tables lined with various items of the former owner. There was everything from crockery to full-length plaster statues. As they took their time examining the assortment of merchandise the brunette began to speak softly.

"I wonder if the former owner of this mansion is said to have died years ago after unlucky breathplay session. The circumstances are murky and unclear to the investigation, but this story is being tried to keep quiet, and his relatives are ashamed of trying to get rid of the jughead's belongings so they can sell this house. Mike, just imagine if we suddenly ended up on one of our wedding nights in some embarrassing way..."

Mike patted her on the shoulder, and when she turned around he gave her a gentle flick.

"I plan on living a few more decades unlike you."

She looked at him and started to try to flick him back, but Mike interrupted her.

"And I want to live them with you... Clementine."

Mike put his arm around her shoulder tightly and kissed her forehead. She blushed slightly and deftly pulled herself out of his embrace.

"Mike... People are watching..."

"They're also listening, so you have to keep your voice down when you want to say another one of your silly fantasies. By the way, what exactly do we need again?"

Clementine adjusted her glasses and pouted.

"They're not silly at all! Humpf! In fact, I wanted to buy some new furniture."

"You mean old...? We could have gone to a regular store! Imagine that pervert was still probably using it!"

"Why, that's a good marketing ploy."

Mike rolled his eyes and they went inside the mansion that had been converted into a little auction place. The former owner was obviously wealthy and the furniture that was being sold here was custom made of quality material.

"Oh, come quick they're starting the bidding already!"

She grabbed Mike's hand and they ran toward the large crowd where a mustachioed old man was broadcasting to the entire audience. They weren't planning on buying too much; Mike would have had enough for one chair and a dressing table, so he had to talk Clementine out of trying to beat every bid, even though money allowed them to do so.

After an hour and a half of bidding, Mike just wanted to die. He wanted just sit down, close his eyes, and never open them again. After all, they had taken a little more than they had planned, and the old man who had led the bidding came up to them and told them to go to the back door where they would receive the goods when they packed it up.

At this time the young couple sat down on the leather couch and tiredly exhaled.

"Never going to auctions again this summer" - Mike said with his eyes closed.

"Oh come on, it was fun" - Clementine slapped him lightly.

While Mike was trying not to doze off she asked him quietly.

"Do you think they sell this fetishist's 'toys'?"

"What? I don't know, and I don't want to know."

"Maaaan, you're so boring, imagine he had a whole collection of dildos, masks, suits, gas masks, and hmpfhhhhhm!"

People walked by nearby and squinted at her. Mike clamped his hand over her mouth, but realizing that from the outside it looked unethical, he quickly removed his hand and kissed her on the lips. She was surprised at first and tried to pull away, but then she sensed the moment and started acting playful. Mike decided not to turn her on further and interrupted the kiss.

"I told you to be quiet."

She panted a little and puffed up her cheeks again. She stood up so abruptly her skirt went up a little.

"Then I'll go and ransack a few rooms and see if I can find some kind of stash!"

Just as Mike was about to stop her, Clementine, who had got loose from a chain, ran into a loader who was walking in their direction.

"Excuse me ma'am, gentlemen your goods are ready to go, we've packed them in crates for easy transportation. I'll help you, can you take me to your car?" - he patted the baby carriage with several boxes in it.

Mike got up and took his girlfriend's hand and led the loader to the car, who in turn led the stroller after them.

After putting three boxes in the car, Mike tipped the loader, and on that good note, they said goodbye to each other. A minute later they were on their way back to sweet home for their legitimate day off. Clementine sulked all the way and didn't speak to Mike. With a kind smile Mike watched her dreamy face, her bouncing mounds, even the way her hand just lay on her thigh covered in black tights next to her pussy made Mike remember what those hands were doing in bed.

"Eh… Why did I end up with such a horny girl?"

His vision went a little unfocused, and when he came to his senses again she was looking at him with a very wide grin. He was at a loss for words until she turned abruptly serious.

"Watch the road."

Mike immediately cheered up and quickly leveled the car out of the oncoming lane.

"What? Are you pwooking at your future wifu-nya?"

"Please don't talk like that" – Mike a little cringed.

"Why do I have to sound and look so kawai, desu? Nya?"

She kept talking like that while stroking her breasts and glancing lustfully at Mike. Mike could hardly keep his attention on the road until he slapped her breasts with a loud pop. She even cried out in surprise, or rather moaned.

"That's it, she won't let go now..."

Now Clementine was shouting obscenities and provoking Mike behind the wheel, and he even thought about threw it all away and fucking her in the car on the road, but common sense still came into Mike's room sometimes, unlike his bride-to-be. So he sighed heavily and tried to ignore her advances all the way home.