My Living Busty Doll with Savannah Stevens

Who’s that knock-knock-knocking on JMac’s door? It’s a courier with a large box marked deal with with care. It’s a mystery. Who sent it? Was it sent by accident to the incorrect address? What’s in it? JMac lifts off the major half and is shocked at what he sees, and he is seldom shocked.

It’s not what is in the box. It’s who is in the box. It’s the Savannah Stevens sex-droid, life-sized to the minutest detail and produced out of the finest, most realistic and flesh-like material science has developed. Big, soft, jutting tits. A feels-true vagina and butthole. A lovely doll face, an ass crafted for male hands to cup and excellent legs. A womanoid even dressed in the tiniest stripper-put on Savannah-like to flaunt her hot physique in.

JMac examines this modern day marvel of science and thinks of the factors he can do with this fem-bot. He touches it and feels the synthetic skin that is as smooth as a girl’s skin. Does it, or rather “she,” really function or is it just like a waxwork figure? He sees a tag on its back. “Pull right here to activate.” With a tug, it, or rather “she” shudders, a beeping sound is heard and she requires a deep breath. Her tits thrust out and she awakens with a smile, her hands gradually operating down her slim, stacked torso. She lives.

JMac touches a boob encased in its bra cup. “What are you?” he asks. “I really feel so significantly much better now,” says Savannah-bot. JMac cannot wait to attempt her and test out her realistic mouth and pussy. Whoever programmed this sex doll in sucking and fucking knew his code function. And as soon as the test bang is more than, there is yet another critical query: Does Savannah-bot know how to make coffee?