Shara lounged on the worn leather couch in their cozy apartment, her long legs stretched out, her mind buzzing with restless energy. She was a big, hung girl—her penis well above average, a thick, proud nine inches that she carried with confidence. Her girlfriend, Mia, didn’t just tolerate it; she adored it, worshipping every inch with a fervor that left Shara weak-kneed and grinning. But today, Mia was out at work, stuck in the bustling chaos of her downtown office job, leaving Shara alone with her thoughts—and a strange new toy she’d stumbled upon.It had happened the day before. Shara had been rummaging through a thrift store, hunting for quirky decor to spruce up their place, when she spotted it: a small, oddly lifelike doll tucked between a chipped teapot and a stack of yellowed paperbacks. It was about a foot tall, carved from smooth, dark wood with an uncanny resemblance to Mia—same curvy hips, same pert breasts, even a tiny, mischievous smirk etched into its face. A faded tag dangled from its arm, scribbled with the words “Pleasure Link—Feel Your Love, Wherever They Are.” The shop clerk, a grizzled old man with a twinkle in his eye, had chuckled when she bought it, muttering something about “old magic” and “careful what you wish for.” Shara had laughed it off, but the doll’s promise stuck with her.Now, with Mia gone until evening, Shara couldn’t resist. She retrieved the doll from the bedside drawer, its wooden surface cool against her fingers as she set it on the coffee table. She stripped off her loose sweatpants, her cock springing free, already half-hard from anticipation. The doll’s lower half had a small, carved opening—subtle but unmistakable—and Shara’s pulse quickened as she considered the possibilities. “Let’s see if you’re as good as the real thing,” she murmured, a sly grin tugging at her lips.She grabbed a bottle of lube from the drawer, slicking her shaft until it glistened, then positioned herself over the doll. The opening was tight, almost too small, but as she pressed the tip of her cock against it, the wood seemed to soften, yielding like warm flesh. Shara groaned as she pushed inside, the sensation shockingly real—wet, tight, and pulsing, just like Mia’s pussy when she was aroused. “Holy shit,” she breathed, her hips rocking instinctively as the doll gripped her, drawing her deeper. It didn’t just feel good—it felt like Mia, every ridge and squeeze a perfect echo of her girlfriend’s body.Miles away, in the fluorescent-lit break room of her office, Mia stood pouring coffee into a chipped mug. She was mid-conversation with a coworker, laughing about a client’s ridiculous email, when a sudden, electric jolt shot through her core. Her knees buckled, the mug clattering to the counter as she let out a sharp, involuntary moan. “Oh—fuck!” she gasped, clutching the edge of the table. Her coworker froze, wide-eyed. “You okay?” he asked, but Mia barely heard him. It felt like Shara was inside her—thick, hard, and thrusting deep, right there in the middle of the break room. Her pussy clenched around nothing, a phantom sensation so vivid she could feel every inch of Shara’s cock stretching her, even though her girlfriend was nowhere near.Back at the apartment, Shara was lost in the rhythm, her hands gripping the couch cushions as she fucked the doll harder. The wood pulsed around her, warm and slick, sending shivers up her spine with every thrust. She pictured Mia—her soft moans, the way her back arched when Shara hit just the right spot—and the thought drove her wild. “God, you feel so good,” she muttered, her voice thick with lust, unaware that her words were more than fantasy. The doll’s magic hummed, a faint glow flickering across its carved features as it bridged the distance between them.In the break room, Mia’s face flushed crimson as the sensations intensified. She stumbled to a chair, sinking into it as her legs trembled. The invisible force of Shara’s cock pounded into her, relentless and deep, her clit throbbing with every imagined thrust. “I—I need a minute,” she stammered to her coworker, who was already backing away, confused and concerned. She crossed her legs tight, biting her lip to stifle another moan, but it was no use. The pleasure built fast, a tidal wave she couldn’t fight. Her panties were soaked, her breath hitching as she gripped the chair’s arms, trying to look normal while her body screamed with ecstasy.Shara’s pace quickened, her balls tightening as she neared the edge. The doll squeezed her cock tighter, mimicking Mia’s telltale clench when she was about to come, and Shara couldn’t hold back. “Fuck, Mia—!” she groaned, slamming into the doll one last time as her orgasm hit. Her cock pulsed, thick ropes of cum spilling into the wooden figure, which seemed to absorb it with a faint, satisfied shimmer. She slumped back on the couch, panting, a goofy grin spreading across her face as the afterglow washed over her.At the same moment, Mia’s eyes widened as her own climax crashed through her. She clapped a hand over her mouth, muffling a cry as her pussy spasmed, pleasure ripping through her in waves. Her hips twitched against the chair, her thighs trembling as she rode it out, mortified yet helpless in the public space. Her coworker had fled by now, leaving her alone to catch her breath, her mind reeling. “What the hell was that?” she whispered, her voice shaky as she smoothed her skirt, still feeling the ghost of Shara’s touch.Hours later, Mia burst through the apartment door, her cheeks still flushed, her eyes narrowing as she spotted Shara sprawled on the couch, the doll innocently perched beside her. “You!” Mia snapped, dropping her bag with a thud. Shara blinked, sitting up with a sheepish grin. “Hey, babe—good day?” Mia marched over, pointing an accusing finger. “Don’t ‘babe’ me! I was at work, in the break room, and suddenly I’m moaning like a porn star because it felt like you were fucking me right there! What did you do?”Shara’s grin widened, a mix of pride and guilt as she held up the doll. “Found this at the thrift store. It’s… special. Says it links us, wherever you are. I had to test it.” Mia’s jaw dropped, her gaze flicking between the doll and Shara’s smug face. “You tested it? In the middle of my workday? I came in front of Dave from accounting, Shara!” Shara winced, then laughed, pulling Mia onto her lap. “Oops. Guess it works better than I thought. Did you like it, though?”Mia glared, but the heat in her eyes softened, a reluctant smirk tugging at her lips. “You’re an idiot. A lucky idiot, because yeah, it was hot—humiliating, but hot. Just… warn me next time, okay? I can’t be explaining that to HR.” Shara chuckled, kissing her neck. “Deal. But you’ve gotta admit, it’s kinda perfect.” Mia sighed, melting into her touch despite herself, already imagining the possibilities. The doll sat quietly on the table, its carved smirk seeming to widen, as if it knew it had only begun to play its part in their wild, unexpected adventures.

Shara lounged on the worn leather couch in their cozy apartment, her long legs stretched out, her mind buzzing with restless energy. She was a big, hung girl—her penis well above average, a thick, proud nine inches that she carried with confidence. Her girlfriend, Mia, didn’t just tolerate it; she adored it, worshipping every inch with a fervor that left Shara weak-kneed and grinning. But today, Mia was out at work, stuck in the bustling chaos of her downtown office job, leaving Shara alone with her thoughts—and a strange new toy she’d stumbled upon.

It had happened the day before. Shara had been rummaging through a thrift store, hunting for quirky decor to spruce up their place, when she spotted it: a small, oddly lifelike doll tucked between a chipped teapot and a stack of yellowed paperbacks. It was about a foot tall, carved from smooth, dark wood with an uncanny resemblance to Mia—same curvy hips, same pert breasts, even a tiny, mischievous smirk etched into its face. A faded tag dangled from its arm, scribbled with the words “Pleasure Link—Feel Your Love, Wherever They Are.” The shop clerk, a grizzled old man with a twinkle in his eye, had chuckled when she bought it, muttering something about “old magic” and “careful what you wish for.” Shara had laughed it off, but the doll’s promise stuck with her.

Now, with Mia gone until evening, Shara couldn’t resist. She retrieved the doll from the bedside drawer, its wooden surface cool against her fingers as she set it on the coffee table. She stripped off her loose sweatpants, her cock springing free, already half-hard from anticipation. The doll’s lower half had a small, carved opening—subtle but unmistakable—and Shara’s pulse quickened as she considered the possibilities. “Let’s see if you’re as good as the real thing,” she murmured, a sly grin tugging at her lips.

She grabbed a bottle of lube from the drawer, slicking her shaft until it glistened, then positioned herself over the doll. The opening was tight, almost too small, but as she pressed the tip of her cock against it, the wood seemed to soften, yielding like warm flesh. Shara groaned as she pushed inside, the sensation shockingly real—wet, tight, and pulsing, just like Mia’s pussy when she was aroused. “Holy shit,” she breathed, her hips rocking instinctively as the doll gripped her, drawing her deeper. It didn’t just feel good—it felt like Mia, every ridge and squeeze a perfect echo of her girlfriend’s body.

Miles away, in the fluorescent-lit break room of her office, Mia stood pouring coffee into a chipped mug. She was mid-conversation with a coworker, laughing about a client’s ridiculous email, when a sudden, electric jolt shot through her core. Her knees buckled, the mug clattering to the counter as she let out a sharp, involuntary moan. “Oh—fuck!” she gasped, clutching the edge of the table. Her coworker froze, wide-eyed. “You okay?” he asked, but Mia barely heard him. It felt like Shara was inside her—thick, hard, and thrusting deep, right there in the middle of the break room. Her pussy clenched around nothing, a phantom sensation so vivid she could feel every inch of Shara’s cock stretching her, even though her girlfriend was nowhere near.

Back at the apartment, Shara was lost in the rhythm, her hands gripping the couch cushions as she fucked the doll harder. The wood pulsed around her, warm and slick, sending shivers up her spine with every thrust. She pictured Mia—her soft moans, the way her back arched when Shara hit just the right spot—and the thought drove her wild. “God, you feel so good,” she muttered, her voice thick with lust, unaware that her words were more than fantasy. The doll’s magic hummed, a faint glow flickering across its carved features as it bridged the distance between them.

In the break room, Mia’s face flushed crimson as the sensations intensified. She stumbled to a chair, sinking into it as her legs trembled. The invisible force of Shara’s cock pounded into her, relentless and deep, her clit throbbing with every imagined thrust. “I—I need a minute,” she stammered to her coworker, who was already backing away, confused and concerned. She crossed her legs tight, biting her lip to stifle another moan, but it was no use. The pleasure built fast, a tidal wave she couldn’t fight. Her panties were soaked, her breath hitching as she gripped the chair’s arms, trying to look normal while her body screamed with ecstasy.

Shara’s pace quickened, her balls tightening as she neared the edge. The doll squeezed her cock tighter, mimicking Mia’s telltale clench when she was about to come, and Shara couldn’t hold back. “Fuck, Mia—!” she groaned, slamming into the doll one last time as her orgasm hit. Her cock pulsed, thick ropes of cum spilling into the wooden figure, which seemed to absorb it with a faint, satisfied shimmer. She slumped back on the couch, panting, a goofy grin spreading across her face as the afterglow washed over her.

At the same moment, Mia’s eyes widened as her own climax crashed through her. She clapped a hand over her mouth, muffling a cry as her pussy spasmed, pleasure ripping through her in waves. Her hips twitched against the chair, her thighs trembling as she rode it out, mortified yet helpless in the public space. Her coworker had fled by now, leaving her alone to catch her breath, her mind reeling. “What the hell was that?” she whispered, her voice shaky as she smoothed her skirt, still feeling the ghost of Shara’s touch.

Hours later, Mia burst through the apartment door, her cheeks still flushed, her eyes narrowing as she spotted Shara sprawled on the couch, the doll innocently perched beside her. “You!” Mia snapped, dropping her bag with a thud. Shara blinked, sitting up with a sheepish grin. “Hey, babe—good day?” Mia marched over, pointing an accusing finger. “Don’t ‘babe’ me! I was at work, in the break room, and suddenly I’m moaning like a porn star because it felt like you were fucking me right there! What did you do?”

Shara’s grin widened, a mix of pride and guilt as she held up the doll. “Found this at the thrift store. It’s… special. Says it links us, wherever you are. I had to test it.” Mia’s jaw dropped, her gaze flicking between the doll and Shara’s smug face. “You tested it? In the middle of my workday? I came in front of Dave from accounting, Shara!” Shara winced, then laughed, pulling Mia onto her lap. “Oops. Guess it works better than I thought. Did you like it, though?”

Mia glared, but the heat in her eyes softened, a reluctant smirk tugging at her lips. “You’re an idiot. A lucky idiot, because yeah, it was hot—humiliating, but hot. Just… warn me next time, okay? I can’t be explaining that to HR.” Shara chuckled, kissing her neck. “Deal. But you’ve gotta admit, it’s kinda perfect.” Mia sighed, melting into her touch despite herself, already imagining the possibilities. The doll sat quietly on the table, its carved smirk seeming to widen, as if it knew it had only begun to play its part in their wild, unexpected adventures.

Shara, a well-endowed woman, discovers a mysterious wooden doll promising a magical connection to her girlfriend, Mia. Alone while Mia’s at work, Shara tests the doll by thrusting into its enchanted form, finding it mimics Mia’s body perfectly. Unbeknownst to her, the doll’s magic transcends distance, causing Mia to feel every passionate stroke in real-time at her office, leading to an embarrassing yet thrilling public climax. When Mia returns, confrontations turn to playful revelations, hinting at more adventures with their newfound toy.

The Doll’s Secret Link (Grok Edit)

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