Sign On The Line ✔~ trixya

Chapter 9: Foolish Dreams

Katya watched the doll intently, her lustful gaze trading every dip and curve of Trixie's form. She would do practically anything for a chance to touch the Barbie, but she knew it was impossible. Getting too involved or interested in a client could never go well, and on top of that her discussions with Robert were well underway.

Robert was interested.
Robert would marry her.
Robert could get her out.

Trixie wouldn't do that, no client would. Katya had to accept that, even though she would much rather date someone like Trixie. But she wasn't dating for the company and care, she was marrying for a ticket out, and she couldn't let herself forget that.

"You look so pretty for me, кукла." Katya said, pushing all other thoughts to the back of her mind as she focused on making Trixie feel good.

She ran her fingers down her front slowly, stopping for a moment to circle her hardened nipples before continuing down. Katya could see Trixie's eyes darken, the honey-brown orbs turning nearly black as they followed Katya's movements as her fingers continued their journey to her already wet slit.

Katya had already gotten off more times than she could count on stream, but being with Trixie again gave her new energy. It was as if seeing the doll enhanced all her senses. Every touch felt electrifying, even the smallest contact making her clit throb with anticipation. She felt warm and wet, her core dripping onto her fingers as she watched the Barbie slip off her lingerie aswell. Trixie's wet pussy was on full display as she sat down, her thick thighs spread apart for the Russian.

"Fuck, you're so hot." Trixie said as she entered a finger into herself, her thumb brushing lightly over her swollen clit as she thrust the digit in and out.

She imagined Katya on her knees in front of her. Those red lips marking up her skin like a canvas, that tongue licking her slit, those blue eyes worshipping her body. Trixie's movements sped up at the mental image, her body shaking from the fantasy.

Katya entered two fingers and Trixie's eyes followed the movement intently. She entered another finger into herself, matching her movements to those of the Russian on her screen. Moving at the same pace made it easier to imagine that it was Katya's hand fucking her.

"Shit Trixie, я так хочу тебя трахнуть."  Katya said as she she pushed in deeper, her other hand finding her small perky breast and pinching her nipple.

Trixie soon copied the movement, her own hand coming up to grab her large tits. Katya felt desperate to feel those soft breasts in her own hands, wanted to feel them overflow in her hands just as they did when held by Trixie's frilly bras. She wanted those hard pink nipples in her mouth, wanted to lick and bite them, and drive the doll crazy with want.

"Ugh, fuck me!" Trixie practically screamed.

"Gladly." Katya replied with a smirk and a little laugh, making Trixie giggle aswell.

They were so comfortable around eachother, as if they'd known eachother for years. Nothing felt awkward, it just felt like they were girlfriends in a long distance relationship. But that thought hurt too much to think about, Katya decided. She couldn't let her imagination run wild.

Trixie also threw the thought away, knowing that even tho this felt like the most functional sexual relationship she'd been in for a while, this wasn't real. None of it was real. She was paying for it, and Katya was just someone providing a service. So she couldn't let herself be fooled by the masquerade.

"God, I'm so close, fuck. Cum with me, кукла. Cum with me." Katya said as her movements sped up.

Trixie nodded and followed the Russian's lead. She could feel her high nearing more and more, but when Katya moaned out her name, she could no longer hold back.

"Aaah! Katya!" She moaned as her body shook. One of her hands went up to her hair, pulling at the roots, the other continued to move in and out, slowing down little by little.

Seconds later Katya's high found her too and she collapsed back on the bed, her clit throbbing from overstimulation, her bedsheets stained and soaked.

All throughout the call she had tried to rid herself of her silly imagination, but as she laid there she couldn't help but imagine a certain blonde bombshell laying beside her on the bed, and dream that she got to be held by the honey-eyed girl allthrough the night.