Rough Riding

Acheros slammed his entire body forward, feeling the pleasure coursing through his veins as he gritted his teeth. He pulled himself out and plunged forward again as deep as possible - repeating the same process over and over till he was sweating bullets. His breathing had become erratic and he began to lose control. His vision blurred and everything around him seemed hazy...

'This doesn't feel even half as good as my Diane...'. All the pleasure he'd felt a minute ago casually dissipated as soon as those words rang through his head. He took a pause before looking down at his lower half which wasn't as hard...

'What the hell am I even doing? The real Diane is waiting for me!'. He cursed taking a step back with a hand supporting his dick.

How did he even have the time to fuck a useless doll when the real thing was with someone else?! In his anger, he used his free hand to punch the back of the figurine - breaking it in half.