He didn't know why - maybe it was because he was away from home - but he just craved Orielle way more than he normally did. Almost every night he used that doll she gave him, and it felt more and more real with each use. There was one night he had forced himself to go to bed without using it, which was a massive mistake. He had the worst wet dream about Orielle.
He woke up in a hot flash, his cock aching furiously. βF-Fuck what the fuck is wrong with me..β he said, grabbing the toy and pouring in the lubricant, and not waiting a second before slamming down to the base with a gasp and a low, ragged moan.
He kept going, panting and biting his lip hard. He made a risky move, feeling so worked up that he felt guilty for not sharing it with her. He sent her a video of him using the toy slowly, and she could hear him panting and gasping softly in the background.