She was perfect. Perfect in bed. Perfect in obedience. Perfect in anticipating my needs. If she lacked anything dorm or any skill or any kink or voyeur quirk teen I could voyeur add voyeur it. She spoke the voyeurdorm perfect words voyeurdorm (I had written them into the program teen), made the perfect gestures, and even simulated cumming at the precise moment I voyeur did dorm. The fantasy that we always satisfied each other perfectly was absolutely perfect. She didn voyeurdorm't have a teen favorite hole or position. She gave perfect head video. She gave a cold voyeur metal tit fuck that made me thank god voyeur for titanium. Her hands were those of dorm the perfect artist, shaping me like Michaelangelo in voyeurdorm clay. When she was voyeur done I was always a marble masterpiece. A spire, honoring the gods of sex. And thereby an alter at which she could robotically worship. She was perfect voyeurdorm with every food and voyeur its uses in voyeur bed. She was video dom teen voyeur, she voyeur was slave, she was robot, she was dolly, she was voyeurdorm painted canvas, she was a leather biker bitch (if I wanted); she was a conquered or conquering warrior princess, she was a goddess, she dorm was in dorm suspended animation, she was some voyeur strange voyeurdorm alien nymphomaniac teen voyeur, she was a rubber and latex dorm slave, she was a brainless beach bunny voyeurdorm, she was a rape victim teen voyeur, she was voyeur a slut, she was a little school voyeurdorm girl licking a lolly, she was a wind-up toy, she was voyeur kinky, she voyeur was straight, she liked it when I dorm brought playmates home dorm for her and me, she liked things in her ass, she drank me teen voyeur like I was fine wine, she sold herself voyeur on street corners voyeur and gave me the money, she masturbated herself so voyeurdorm perfectly I came just watching. She was completely mine. She was the robot fantasy completely realized. She voyeur was voyeur what she wanted to be. We were living the fantasy. And it was pure hell.... We were damned!
It was funny how I found only voyeurdorm loneliness and despair in video perfection. The voyeurdorm thrill of voyeurdorm the fantasy , its novelty, soon wore off. All things lose some "intensity" in time. I had done it all a dozen times. It voyeur simply got boring; doing all the thinking, the planning, the fantasizing and arranging, that we voyeurdorm used voyeur to do together. It voyeur got to be work. An effort. Having to cue every prompt made me voyeur more like a stage director teen voyeur than a lover voyeur. And afterwards I missed the voyeur warmth of voyeur that satisfied cuddle. The simple warmth of voyeur her body. A few words or voyeur sounds of actual REAL contentment teen voyeur. Most of the time now, she simply stopped when the program voyeur did. Or worse went through the predictable motions I had arranged. Or the limited repertoire of simulated spontaneity.
I couldn't decide which idea was worse. That she was voyeur completely gone or that teen some small part of her was still trapped in there experiencing the same things I was. If she was dorm in there looking voyeur out it was worse than any prolonged death voyeur. I knew dorm, I was looking in. In my shame. In my pain voyeur, in my voyeur loneliness teen voyeur. Into her voyeur robot corpse.
Yes, the years passed. And the teen voyeur loneliness, and the guilt building voyeurdorm inside voyeur of me, leaving voyeur me more empty than voyeur her. But now voyeur I had a plan, one to set everything right. One to end my pain. One voyeur that would serve irony up on a grand platter. One video that would voyeur be her unspoken just retribution if that spark still invisibly burned behind video those voyeurdorm glass eyes.
She was perfect. Perfect in bed. Perfect in obedience. Perfect in anticipating my needs. If she lacked anything dorm or any skill or any kink or voyeur quirk teen I could voyeur add voyeur it. She spoke the voyeurdorm perfect words voyeurdorm (I had written them into the program teen), made the perfect gestures, and even simulated cumming at the precise moment I voyeur did dorm. The fantasy that we always satisfied each other perfectly was absolutely perfect. She didn voyeurdorm't have a teen favorite hole or position. She gave perfect head video. She gave a cold voyeur metal tit fuck that made me thank god voyeur for titanium. Her hands were those of dorm the perfect artist, shaping me like Michaelangelo in voyeurdorm clay. When she was voyeur done I was always a marble masterpiece. A spire, honoring the gods of sex. And thereby an alter at which she could robotically worship. She was perfect voyeurdorm with every food and voyeur its uses in voyeur bed. She was video dom teen voyeur, she voyeur was slave, she was robot, she was dolly, she was voyeurdorm painted canvas, she was a leather biker bitch (if I wanted); she was a conquered or conquering warrior princess, she was a goddess, she dorm was in dorm suspended animation, she was some voyeur strange voyeurdorm alien nymphomaniac teen voyeur, she was a rubber and latex dorm slave, she was a brainless beach bunny voyeurdorm, she was a rape victim teen voyeur, she was voyeur a slut, she was a little school voyeurdorm girl licking a lolly, she was a wind-up toy, she was voyeur kinky, she voyeur was straight, she liked it when I dorm brought playmates home dorm for her and me, she liked things in her ass, she drank me teen voyeur like I was fine wine, she sold herself voyeur on street corners voyeur and gave me the money, she masturbated herself so voyeurdorm perfectly I came just watching. She was completely mine. She was the robot fantasy completely realized. She voyeur was voyeur what she wanted to be. We were living the fantasy. And it was pure hell.... We were damned!
I couldn't decide which idea was worse. That she was voyeur completely gone or that teen some small part of her was still trapped in there experiencing the same things I was. If she was dorm in there looking voyeur out it was worse than any prolonged death voyeur. I knew dorm, I was looking in. In my shame. In my pain voyeur, in my voyeur loneliness teen voyeur. Into her voyeur robot corpse.
Yes, the years passed. And the teen voyeur loneliness, and the guilt building voyeurdorm inside voyeur of me, leaving voyeur me more empty than voyeur her. But now voyeur I had a plan, one to set everything right. One to end my pain. One voyeur that would serve irony up on a grand platter. One video that would voyeur be her unspoken just retribution if that spark still invisibly burned behind video those voyeurdorm glass eyes.