Y’ever seen a fucktoy before?I’m not talking about those sexdolls you can buy at that shop down on t
Y’ever seen a fucktoy before?I’m not talking about those sexdolls you can buy at that shop down on the waterfront, or even dildos n’ fleshlights. Nah, I’m talkin’ ‘bout honest-to-god authentic genyoowine fucktoys. They’re rare these days, but time was you could find one on any old street corner. I guess they been replaced by Starbucks or some other cosmopolitan shit. Just ain’t the same.Well, this? This is a fucktoy, babe. From the Golden Age. Is she an antique? I guess, maybe, but what’s that matter? They made ‘em better in the old days. This girl’s prob’ly fucked more men than I could ever count, but lookit her. Good as new. She prob’ly looked like this when she rolled off the line.Well… ‘cept for the mouth, o’course. The jaw’s busted all to shit so she can’t keep her goddamn mouth closed. Functionally, it’s better than the alternative, but the fuckin’ maintenance required to keep the drool from puddlin’ is frankly exhausting.That’s why you’re here, darlin’. I figgered out the fucktoy-ification process from ol’ Drooler here, so I hope you loved that coffee. It was the last one you’ll remember having. Sorry if you didn’t want your last moments as a fully-functioning person to be a history lesson in old tech, but hell, I had to keep you distracted somehow. Oh, that’s it. Drop to your knees, that’s a good girl.It feels good to kneel, don’t it? And push your arms back, keep yer tits on display? That’s it, feels great, you love feeling this good. You love obeying me… you love what’s happenin’ to you.…Done? Finally, now I can get rid of Drooler here. She was just ruining the carpet. -- source link