As I walked into the bathroom, I couldn't believe my eyes. There was my boyfriend, Tommy, crouched over with a greasy smile on his face, engulfing a dirty old doll's head in his mouth. His thick cock was rubbing against the doll's plastic ass as he moaned in ecstasy. I gasped, my stomach turning at the sight.
"Tommy, what are you doing?" I whispered, unable to hide my disgust. He looked up at me, his eyes glassy with lust. "I can explain," he started, trying to clean the doll's crusty hair from around his mouth. "I found it in the attic, and it just...aroused me."
"You're sick," I said, shaking my head. "And you didn't even wash it first!" I couldn't believe my friend's fascination with the old, dusty item found in the attic. It was clear that his curiousity had crossed a line into something disturbing.
