BDSM Stories: Dollification with Mommy

Playing dolly meant I wasn’t supposed to move, and yet, I allowed myself a quick glance. She had painted his face the same as mine. Lips drawn like a heart, manipulating their natural shape with zeal. Eyelids, a shocking blue. Spread across a chaise lounge, so that the width of him touched both sides. Knees bent, feet against the floor, he was getting hard just watching us play dollification

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