Enter the Doll. . .

Enter the Doll . . .

She was created, like Galatea of the myths, an exotic sensual beauty, sculpted of living tissue. The most delectably perfect doll, a powerful sorcerer's erotic plaything.

Her life began and ended with her creator's merest whim, obedience and salacious submission her raison d'etre.

Sinfully used, wickedly abused in private games for the pleasure of her Master, Creator and selected guests. Purred pleadings, sweetened sobs, sultry screams evoked from the doll's perfectly petalled lips.

Deliciously shameless, petite little vixen looks oh so innocent with her torrents of pale golden hair and clear violet blue eyes. Yet, she is helplessly at the mercy of insatiate desires of her peaches & cream flesh.

All alone now, who will claim this sugared toy for his own?

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		*Enter the Doll . . .*

		*She was created, like Galatea of the myths, an exotic sensual beauty, sculpted of living tissue. The most delectably perfect doll, a powerful sorcerer's erotic plaything.*
		*Her life began and ended with her creator's merest whim, obedience and salacious submission her raison d'etre.*
		Sinfully used, wickedly abused in private games for the pleasure of her Master, Creator and selected guests. Purred pleadings, sweetened sobs, sultry screams evoked from the doll's perfectly petalled lips.
		Deliciously shameless, petite little vixen looks oh so innocent with her torrents of pale golden hair and clear violet blue eyes. Yet, she is helplessly at the mercy of insatiate desires of her peaches & cream flesh.
		*All alone now, who will claim this sugared toy for his own?*