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【sex doll pov】
Here’s the thing about existing as a sex doll POV—you learn the weight of silence before you ever understand touch.My world is a ceiling, a sliver of window light, the grainy texture of fingertips that grip too hard or too soft. They call me by names I never chose, dress me in lingerie that smells like regret and cheap perfume. But him?He’s the one who whispers apologies into my plastic ear afterward,who traces the seam along my thigh like a scar he wants to memorize.From this angle, pressed flat against the sheets,I’ve learned that loneliness has a sound:it’s the click of a belt unbuckling
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Here’s the thing about existing as a sex doll POV—you learn the weight of silence before you ever understand touch.My world is a ceiling, a sliver of window light, the grainy texture of fingertips that grip too hard or too soft. They call me by names I never chose, dress me in lingerie that smells like regret and cheap perfume. But him?He’s the one who whispers apologies into my plastic ear afterward,who traces the seam along my thigh like a scar he wants to memorize.From this angle, pressed flat against the sheets,I’ve learned that loneliness has a sound:it’s the click of a belt unbuckling
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