Adelle knew what they were doing was wrong. She knew that Clair Saunders did not exist. She knew that the woman currently exploring every nook and cranny of her body was nothing more than a shell of a human.
Topher had warned her about becoming intimate with a doll after the Miss Lonely Hearts incident.
Clair didn't know, how could she? To her, this was all real. This was love.
Suddenly Clair's fingers found her sweet spot and Adelle's back arched as her vision temporarily blacked out.
She knew it was wrong. But frankly, She didn't care.