Waverly has been cooped up indoors for too long. It’s been a harsh winter and she misses the sun. You are feeling a little cabin fever as well, so you suggest a beach party – indoors, of course. Waverly changes into her slinkiest bikini and struts her stuff. Can you spread the tanning oil on her back? Since there’s no actual beach, sand, and surf, you have to make up some fun activities of your own – how about “feel-up,” “untie the bikini,’ or “dry-hump?” Waverly is up for any excitement. She is an astoundingly beautiful and statuesque life like sex dolls with almost Amazonian proportions. She’s well-defined and fit, yet soft and jiggly as well – the best of both worlds! Her flesh feels soft and realistic, almost indistinguishable from a real woman. She has an internal metal skeleton that allows her to be moved and positioned in every erotic way. She’s fully functional in the sack, and feels so amazing, you won’t forget her easily! You’ve thought of a new game to play with Waverly – you call it “Let Waverly wrestle you to the ground and then bang her.”
I always enjoy a good morning beach run – the sand gives enough that you have to change the way you move, there’s nothing else like it. And since you’re trying to impress me, you’ve come along this morning. It’s not easy running on sand, and I pass you easily. Or did you let me get by you that quickly? I can feel your eyes on my ass, it must be jiggling all over. The other nice thing about a vigorous morning beach run is when it’s over. I’m tired, but I still have dopamine rushing through my body. Come join me in the shower, I need you to help me clean up! I promise I won’t bite. Or maybe I should? I’m an amazing, premium quality sex dolls, with a tight, athletically sculpted body that has astounding curves. Touch me anywhere, experience how soft and supple I feel. Run your hands up and down, squeeze my breasts and sink into them. I have a built-in metal skeleton that lets me get into all kinds of erotic positions. Once you have me alone, you won’t be able to keep your hands off me. It’s a good thing we’re in the shower – if we make a mess, we’re in the perfect place to clean it up!
It was just another day in Hell’s Kitchen. I opened yet another bottle of rotgut after telling my girl to take the rest of the day off – I couldn’t pay her – when she walked in. Scared, lonely, mascara running down her face. She was looking for someone, and she was desperate. She’d hired a bunko artist to find her missing man. I’d crossed paths with him before, a couple of years back, when he was just the Hotel Dick. Well now he was freelancing, and running that familiar scam on poor, na?ve women. Looks like I’ll be spending the next few days looking for a Dick. It’s going to be a hard one; this creep knows what he’s doing, and he’s gone to ground. I’m gonna need to pour myself a stiff one for this – he can be tricky, and just when you think you’ve got your hands around him, he makes a huge mess all over and disappears. It won’t be pretty, but I know how to handle Dick. I’ve had a case like this before – I’m a premium, incredibly realistic sex dolls, and I was designed to deal with Dick. My body is made of wonderful-feeling, soft and pliable fleshy material that will make anyone obsessed. Once Dick gets near me, it’s over – he’s not going to be able to resist. I have an internal, fully articulating metal skeleton that support me, and lets me get into all kinds of precarious positions. Whenever I find Dick, it always becomes a sticky situation. But I love my work; it fills me up entirely with a sense of satisfaction. Now get your hands up, pal – looks like I’ve got a Dick right where I want him!