A gorgeous woman was the pillion rider, her creamy, hairless, arms wrapped around my waist and she was pressed hard against me. She was wearing shorts...and a sleeveless t-shirt. No bra, I had noticed. As I was not wearing anything underneath my t-shirt, I could feel her breasts rubbing up and down my back with every jerk of the bike and often they just pressed against my back. I felt the warmth of her breasts and felt as if her breasts were burning holes in my back. The bike was racing from. Cloe was so sexy with her long platinum blonde hair. Yasmin too with her sexy dark brown hair and tan skin. To me these dolls were perfect. The fact that it was dolls that I was attracted to made it sexier. Regular sex dolls were always just creepy to me. Bratz dolls were sexy. I had finally gotten the chance to get one. Here is the story. I decided early in the week that I was going to go to Target and finally buy a bratz doll. I was so excited to get one of those hot little dolls all for. "Eighteen," he promises."Oh fuck, yes." I lean forward, grip his wrist and ease his hand away from his cock. I replace it with mine and feel the hot penis, stiff as a fucking board against my palm and fingers. The skin's like velvet in my grip. Velvet over stone. My mouth is watering.He groans, his tongue flickering over his lips, as I begin to jerk him off. That's all I do for a minute or so, then toss my head, my long hair swinging to one side, and lower my face to his. We kiss deeply,. Less than five minutes had passed and you arrived sooner than I expected you to. I smiled as I watched you scan the room, moving slowly in, then pause as you saw me sitting at the bar. I looked to the barmaid and dropped the white paper rose I had folded from the napkin on the bar as I stood and walked towards you. "What room number are you in?" I asked. A confused, paniced look crossed your face and disappeared as you tried to remain calm. "Sorry?" "What room number are you in?" "517" you.