You take her virginity

"Just one thing..." Harley murmurs just as you're about to start peeling off your uniform:

"I, uhm... I'm new to this. All of this."

You can't help but shoot her yet another look of disbelief. She couldn't mean...?

"...A-And this really isn't how I imagined my first time." she continues, confirming your suspicions. "So, just this once could I ask you to just... Be cool? Reign in the pervy impulses a little bit?"

"...You're a virgin?" you exclaim, thoroughly incredulous.

"...You know, maybe this was a mist-"

"No, nono! It's all good!" you interject, "I get it, I won't push. Just... C'mere, girl."

You beckon her over, and you can see her considering the thought of leaving you hanging in the long moment before she finally strides over to you. Your arms smoothly encircle her when she approaches - an act you're pleased to feel her reciprocate. You hold her for a time before raising a hand to lift her chin, your lips pressing softly to hers in what you hope is a romantic kiss.

Judging by her reaction, you nailed it: her arms loop around your neck, plump lips offering no resistance when your tongue finally deigns to glide between them. Even her luscious tits are yours to mould, now, with every squeeze of their ample flesh drawing a fresh coo from your lover's hot, accommodating mouth.

You lower yourself back into a sitting position on the pull-out bed and bring her down with you, poising the Love Doll in your lap for easy access to her c-string. She whimpers anxiously when you remove it, eyes falling to the considerable bulge in your jeans as your free hand drifts toward it.

"Be gentle, Jim..." she breathes.

"That's 'Master' to you."

Any reply Harley might've had to this dies in her throat when she looks down to see the thick, veiny monster pulsating before her abdomen. She stares, wide-eyed and surely regretful of her choices, as you press the tip to her artificial pussylips.

"Oh, GOD!! Go slow!" she squeals, squirming helplessly in your lap as you greedily spear her tight virgin snatch. Harley clings to your arm and thigh as if she means to pry herself off of you, but she never seems to get to that point; she can only cry out as the walls of her cunt are permanently remodelled by your wrecking ball dick, culminating in the snapping of a hymen identical to the one that presumably still endures, untouched, within Alex.

Harley bleats in pain, a thin trail of synthetic blood leaking from your joined thighs as you fuck away her purity. Filled with a sudden animal lust, you clasp her tightly to your body and begin suckling at the exposed flesh of her plush mounds. All the while you drive your cock deeper, heedless of the Love Doll's pleas to stop or slow down; after all, given the way her back is arching she doesn't really mean it anyway.

You hit the natural limit of her interior in short order, leaving a full quarter of your monster dick un-engulfed. Her cervix - the great impenetrable barrier of female anatomy - has halted your progress, leaving your fat cock to do little more than pulse within her as you plan your next move. Harley slumps into you appreciatively, doubtless under the impression that no more trails would be blazed in her body today.

"...What are you doing?"

You massage your tip against the slippery planes of her deepest recesses, trusting that what you'd read in the owner's guide was correct.

"Ji- I m-mean, Master...!?"

A dip! You buck your hips, probing forward in an effort to widen it.

"PLEEeease!!" your lover squeaks, writhing frantically, "I-It doesn't feel right...!"

Then you grip the clown-girl's ample hips and **** her down on to your cock.

"M-M-Master, stop!!" she shrieks, pushed to the point of desparation by your ongoing attempts to strain her pussy's capacity.

"S-STOP...! YOU'RE BREAKING ME~...!!"

Harley's writhing turns to twitching the moment you break through; indeed, violating the sanctity of her cervix seems to erase any trace of composure. Her eyes cross in a display brain-dulling ecstasy, tongue lolling from between her ruby-red lips as your bulbous cocktip finally nestles into the soft lining of her womb.

For the first time since you'd met, Harley allows you to treat her like the toy she is. You're able to clutch her to your chest and tighten your grip, fully sheathing yourself without a single act of rebellion on her part. The girl's only reaction is to utter moan after lewd, sloppy moan, her pale legs cinching instinctively around your waist.

You climax together. Every inch of her interior seems to tremble around you, squeezing fat dollops of jizz from your waiting tip. Harley, claimed beyond her comprehension, squeaks and claws at your rigid back as her body is wracked with orgasms...

...And now, immediately post-whitewashing your Love Doll's very core, your mind turns to thoughts of what can be done with her next...