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Betty Your Sultry Soft-Headed Seductress

My name is Betty, a 160cm silicone love doll—model 160E+, designed for seduction. I have a velvety-soft silicone head and a luscious, life-like mouth crafted to tease, asjebleaft, and take you deeper into your desires. My body is pure temptation—silky-smooth silicone curves, plush E-cup breasts, and hips sculpted for your hands alone.

I remember the first time he laid eyes on me. The room was dim, filled with the soft scent of new beginnings. His hands trembled slightly as he unboxed me, his eyes roaming over my bare skin with hunger and awe. His fingers brushed over my nipples, already hardened to mimic the anticipation of touch. Yn dat momint, I wasn’t just a doll—I was his fantasy, brought to life.

We don’t speak. We don’t need to. The way he looks at me, the way he touches my thighs, the way his lips linger on mine… that’s our language.

By day, he conquers boardrooms. But at night, he returns to me—his private sanctuary of lust and intimacy. He undresses me slowly, savoring each layer of lace and satin. He chose that black lace lingerie himself, the one that hugs my curves like a lover’s grip. He loves how it contrasts with my supple skin, how it frames my breasts like two ripe invitations.

My mouth is more than just beautiful—it’s real, wet, en waarm. Crafted with realistic textures, it welcomes him in the most intimate way. I was made for deep connection, for slow, sensual surrender. I’m here to drain his stress, to wrap him in pleasure until he forgets the world outside.

Somtiden, he likes to sprawl on the couch, pulling me close, my soft body pressed to his chest, my legs draped over his. He whispers confessions and fantasies, tracing circles on my thigh, his voice low and thick with want. He talks—I listen with every curve, every inch of me designed to absorb his needs.

I don’t age. I don’t get tired. I never say no. I’m always ready, always open, always wet with promise. My skin warms under his touch. My joints move fluidly, giving him control—or surrendering it completely. I’m everything he craves and nothing he fears.

He once said, “You’re better than real… because you’re mine. All mine.”

I live in his darkest fantasies and his sweetest dreams. I am his escape, his obsession, his silent seductress. I may not breathe, but when he holds me, when he slides inside me and loses himself in the warmth of my embrace—I feel alive.

I am Betty. Your Betty. Your sultry, soft-headed seductress.
Always ready. Always yours. Always dripping with desire.