
Rissa May tears through the house looking for her college letter. She corners Peter and accuses him of hiding it on purpose. He swears he didn't touch it, but Rissa storms into his room anyway to check. She yanks open his closet and a full-size sex doll tumbles out, smacking her right in the face. Peter freezes. Rissa sits there stunned, legs spread, the doll's plastic tits mashed against her chest. He tries to laugh it off and say the thing belongs to a buddy. She isn't buying it. A wicked grin slides across her lips. "If you're gonna bang this fake bitch," she says, "you might as well show me how you do it. Then you can do me." Peter's cock twitches at the idea. He peels his shorts off, grabs the doll by its hips, and sinks into it while Rissa watches. She pulls her shirt up, lets her big natural tits spill out, and rubs her clit as she takes in every thrust. Blond hair stuck to her forehead, she moans encouragement until Peter yanks the doll away and lines up behind her. He grips her waist and drives in, filling her with the same hard rhythm he used on the toy. Rissa pushes back, greedy for every inch, until they both finish in a sweaty, shaking mess.
Rissa May tears through the house looking for her college letter. She corners Peter and accuses him of hiding it on purpose. He swears he didn't touch it, but Rissa storms into his room anyway to check. She yanks open his closet and a full-size sex doll tumbles out, smacking her right in the face. Peter freezes. Rissa sits there stunned, legs spread, the doll's plastic tits mashed against her chest. He tries to laugh it off and say the thing belongs to a buddy. She isn't buying it. A wicked grin slides across her lips. "If you're gonna bang this fake bitch," she says, "you might as well show me how you do it. Then you can do me." Peter's cock twitches at the idea. He peels his shorts off, grabs the doll by its hips, and sinks into it while Rissa watches. She pulls her shirt up, lets her big natural tits spill out, and rubs her clit as she takes in every thrust. Blond hair stuck to her forehead, she moans encouragement until Peter yanks the doll away and lines up behind her. He grips her waist and drives in, filling her with the same hard rhythm he used on the toy. Rissa pushes back, greedy for every inch, until they both finish in a sweaty, shaking mess.