Limber Real Flexi Teen Doll

You and all your nerd friends are coming. Ava noticed the concern on his face. One had a juice box. The house was a typical suburban dream—two stories, a well-kept lawn, and a porch that looked like it belonged on a postcard. She looked up, surprise flashing in her eyes, but she didn’t pull away. “Cum for me,” she begged, her voice now a sham. As she sent the link, she hoped that this would be enough, that the blackmailer would finally leave them alone. She took it, and with a grimace, she allowed him to help her stand. “Congratulations.”

With each nerd claimed like an accessory to a power move, the party’s guest list was complete. “At least for now.”

With a final wave, Ava slowly pulled away from the driveway. “Ugh. “Looks like I’m stuck,” he said, half-joking, slinging his bag over his shoulder. The boys hesitated, stunned, then shuffled away from the house, their shoulders sagging under the weight of rejection.