Head? Or was it masturbation?

Time went on, days turned into weeks as her body slowly absorbed me and turned back to normal while my essence was transferred into her womb. The night I remember the most though was when I hadn't moved into womb yet but her vagina was basically back to normal working order. She had but forgotten about me by now, her fingers traveling down to me to play with herself. The problem was that I felt everything she felt, every touch and every orgasm. This night was when I found out she had one of those sex dolls, and man, did she not hold back. It started out as normal night, she taking her usual shower. She walked out to her room, letting the towel drop to the floor as she ran her fingers up and down her body in a tender way. Her pussy instantly started to moisten, her love tunnel basically my mouth as I started to salivate. She bent over and grabbed one of the partial arms, dragging it to her bed. She took no time to mount, sliding the head of the silicon dick up and down between my lips. She grinded back and forth like this for a few minutes before suddenly slamming her hips down on the member, driving the dildo deep down my throat. She started thrusting it deep inside her, picking up the tempo as she let out moans. She did this for a few more minutes before turning around, riding the thing backwards so the member could hit differently down my throat...I mean, her pussy. She thrusted down on it faster and faster until her walls spasmed, clenching around the prick for a few moments before she slid off it. Finished, she wiped it down, my mouth aching from the **** before putting it back in her closet and climbing into bed. The next day, I woke up and I was floating in her womb, my body now a fertilized egg as my cells slowly multiplied.