The Secret Life Of Dolls

The minute the door shut, two curvy little dolls jolted awake inside a pink plastic house crammed with years of mini junk and glitter crap. Brittney Kade sat up first, eyes wide. “The hell was all that noise? Twenty years on this shelf and I’ve never heard anything like it.” Lauren Phillips fanned her silicone tits, cheeks flushed. “I don’t know, but it sounded like her girlfriend was rearranging her insides on that bed.” She leaned over the tiny balcony, peeking through plastic shutters. “They were grinding, slapping, moaning like crazy—and they’re gone now. Gone-gone.” A wicked little smirk tugged at Brittney’s lip. “Think we can… you know? The whole thing?” Lauren’s lashes fluttered. “Both of us? Tits and tongues and dripping just like they were?” They met each other’s stare, then broke into giggles that sounded more like panting. Lauren climbed onto Brittney’s lap right there on the tiny porch, fingers hooking between flexing thighs, hips rolling once, testing. The house barely creaked. “Fuck yes,” Brittney breathed, grabbing two handfuls of doll-sized ass and yanking Lauren closer. “We’ve got the time, and I wanna see if your little plastic cunt gets wet for real.” A low, naughty laugh escaped both dolls as the porch light flicked on, bodies already grinding for round one before the real owner could even remember she left the door ajar.