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The Dinner Date with Sex Doll Tiffany


Who is Tiffany

Tiffany is a sex doll who was born in 1994, Switzerland.
Constellation: Taurus
Hight: 165cm
Bust: 88cm
Waist: 57cm
CUP: E Cup

The Dinner Date with Sex Doll Tiffany

Japanese sex doll

Sex Doll Tiffany walked up to the front door to ring the doorbell but was surprised to see a note taped to the door. “Come on in, I’m in the shower”, it read. So she pushed the door open with a trace of impatience. She had rushed home from work to shower and change so they could go out to dinner. She wasn’t quite sure what the evening would hold, so she took the precaution of shaving her legs silky smooth...just in case. She had put her long hair up, which had saved time, plus, he liked it that way...the better to nibble on her neck, she had giggled to herself. And she tossed on a sleeveless casual dress that came to right above her knees and matching sandals. All that rushing, and he wasn’t even showered yet,she thought.

She put her purse down by the door and went over to the sofa, where she sat down and idly began flipping through the TV channels. News, sitcom reruns, cartoons...nothing appealed, which worsened her mood. After about 10 minutes, she heard the bathroom door open and she called out to him, “Hi, I’m here. You know, I thought it was the woman who was supposed to be late all of the time.” She was a little startled to hear the note of annoyance in her voice; she hadn’t meant for that to slip out.

There was no reply, but she could hear him walking around, closet doors opening and closing, drawers being pulled out and pushed back in.

Finally there was a silence. “Thank God, he’s finally ready,” she thought, as she prepared the fake smile to mask her irritation. “Could you come in here a second?” he called, “I need your help with something.”

She sighed and walked down the hallway into the bedroom. She walked through the doorway and squealed when hands grabbed her from behind. “So, my little slut is impatient tonight, hmm?” he asked in her ear. “I know you can’t be upset with me, can you, my pet?” His calm tone echoed in her ear as he pulled her back against him.

“N, n, no, of course not,” she stuttered, not frightened, but definitely caught off guard.

“No, of course not, what?” he queried.

“No, of course not, sir,” she replied with the slightest hint of amusement and sarcasm in her voice. She knew the game now and she was more than happy to play along.

One of his hands wrapped itself around her neck while the other cupped her breast firmly. She gasped as he pinched her nipple sharply.

“That is for your little comment about being late;” he told her, his breath wafting across her ear, sending shudders down her spine. He bit her earlobe, hard, causing her to exclaim in pain. “And that is for forgetting the proper way to address me.” “I’m sorry, sir,” she mumbled, feeling his hard cock against her ass and wondering how long he would make her wait before he drove it into her willing body. She could feel her pussy moistening already and knew it would be a long night.