“Max,” she said suddenly, “This club–it’s a showcase for your damn LoveDolls, isn’t it? Xnxx com McVey,” said Max. Darcie stuck out her hand. The LoveDoll kept her eyes downcast, the long lashes giving her a vulnerable, demure look. “Good evening, Ms. “Good evening, Ms. The captives stared at the beautiful girl, standing in almost sculpted perfection in shimmering bodysuit that seemed to accentuate her every curve and contour, so thin its smoothness looked line a second skin–even the nipples on her perfectly rounded breasts were fully defined. “Eye shadow, blush, lipstick, the works. It looks that star quality came through your programming unblemished. Get that file and we’ll have a look.”
Louise paused at the doorway. We need everybody to get off the bus, and bring your ID’s.” There were chirps of dismay, but the girls–eight of them in all–were soon lined up by the minivan showing various stages of concern. And she’s fully functional, her vagina reconfigured for the maximum sexual pleasure to her user.
