17-year-old Ethan Spencer with jet-black hair and piercing blue eyes, was a man with a peculiar obsession. sat alone in his dimly lit apartment, the glow of his laptop screen illuminating his face.
He was absorbed in a task that had become his nightly ritual—browsing through AI-generated nude images of a woman he'd never met but had grown obsessed with.
His fascination revolved around Ah Yin, a character from his favorite novel " DOULUO DALU ", brought to life in AI-generated nude pictures.
Ah Yin, with her long silver-blue hair, cool blue eyes, and pale, flawless skin, was a vision that Ethan couldn't get out of his mind. Her C-cup breasts were the perfect complement to her slender, athletic frame, and Ethan found himself drawn to her in a way that was both exhilarating and consuming.
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, his hand instinctively reaching down to his pants. He undid his belt and zipper, his cock springing free, already hard. He wrapped his hand around it, groaning as he began to jerk off, his eyes never leaving the screen.
"You're beautiful Ah Yin so fucking sexy how can that bastard Tang Hao ever let you sacrifice for his own power ," he whispered, his voice ragged with desire. He imagined her lying there, on his bed, waiting for him. He could see her eyes, half-lidded with lust, her lips parted as she breathed heavily, her body arching towards him.
He stroked himself faster, his breath coming in short gasps. He could almost feel her hands on him, her fingernails raking down his back, her nails digging into his skin. He could hear her moans, her breathy whispers of his name. "Ethan my love" she was saying, her voice like velvet, "yes, Ethan, right there."
He groaned, his hips bucking as he came, his cock pulsing in his hand. He slumped back in his chair, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
He looked at the screen, at the image of the woman he'd just imagined fucking, and he felt a pang of longing. He wanted her. He wanted her so badly it hurt.
"Ah Yin," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "You're so fucking beautiful."
He leaned back in his chair, his strokes growing faster, his breathing becoming ragged. He could almost imagine her there, her long silver-blue hair cascading over her shoulders, her cool blue eyes looking up at him with a mix of innocence and desire.
"You're such a tease, Ah Yin," he groaned. "Showing me all this and not being here."
He stood up, his hand still firmly wrapped around his cock, and walked over to the sex doll in the corner of his room. which he used religiously. After a long day of work or school, he would retreat to his apartment to fuck the doll . It was an exact replica of Ah Yin, right down to the pale, flawless skin and the C cup breasts. He positioned it on the bed, propping it up on its knees, and climbed on top of it.
"Let's see how you feel, Ah Yin," he said, his voice low and gravelly.
He thrust into the doll, his eyes never leaving the image on his computer screen. He could almost imagine it was Ah Yin beneath him, her legs wrapped around him, her fingers digging into his back.
"Fuck, Ah Yin," he grunted, his thrusts growing faster and harder. "You feel so fucking good."
He reached down, his fingers pinching her nipples, imagining the gasps and moans that would escape her lips if she were real. His strokes grew erratic, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"I'm going to come, Ah Yin," he panted. "I'm going to come all over your perfect body."
With a final, powerful thrust, he came, his body shaking with the force of his release. He collapsed on top of the doll, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
"Fuck," he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of satisfaction and longing. "I need the real thing, Ah Yin. I need you."
He removed his cock from the doll pussy and saw his cum leaking and think how sexy it would be if he can fuck Ah Yin truly and my cum leak from her pussy