Real Love Oh how I love the smell of her skin, her hair so lush and black. How the curves of her body, naked under a thin white sheet, look in the dim dying lights of the street light. I love how she lies there, on her side of the bed, oblivious to me in the night. I stroke her and everything feels right. We make love in the night, and I fall asleep. She is as perfect as can be. Next I’ll order one with red hair, after I’ve aired out the remaining smell of silicone on this one. It smells pleasant, but it reminds me too much of reality. What a wonderful age we live on.
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