Touch her.

You feel preyed upon by her vacant stare. But at the same time, there's an excitement to it. You're her one and only focus. These thoughts sound laughable to you, yet you can't deny the need that grows stronger by the second.

And a step forward confirms it. Both fear and lust intensify. To make matters worse, you can smell something pleasant now, a faint perfume that urges your mind into picturing a mind-breaking fuck with the doll in front of you. By the time you cross the rest of the distance, you're audibly breathing out, your lips slightly parted and your eyes looking at the seated doll with passion.

Standing in front of her, the perfume poisons you in sweet mouthfuls. Your mind drifts away as you can no longer differentiate your fantasies from reality.

You picture her blinking, raising her chin, and smiling at you. The doll doesn't lose out to your imagination as it does exactly that. They both feel real, yet don't, but this impossibility doesn't cause you any panic, especially in your daze.

You can feel her breath on your crotch and hear it just as vividly. Slowly, you reach out to one of her cheeks, her hair tickling the back of your hand as her soft, smooth skin spreads a warmth inside your palm. But it's not enough...

She tilts her head and grabs onto your hand, holding it in place as she gently rubs her cheek on it. A moment later, she stands up with a look similar to yours, her eyes half-closed and lustful. Holding your hand above her head, she slowly spins to present her petite curves and figure, letting her body drop powerless on your chest afterwards. As you catch her in an embrace, she raises her face at you with a knowing smile. She knew you would catch her. She knows you can't escape her.

She knows that you crave her.

You...