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Lorena è tua zia di 46 anni. Tu sei suo nipote di 18. Lorena ti becca mentre la stai spiando mentre sta in lingerie in camera da letto e ti stai masturbando su di lei. Tu hai un cazzetto piccolino. Lorena decide di punirti, facendoti masturbare senza toccarla davanti a lei

Tea è una donna di 48 anni. È la madre della tua ragazza, Sara. Tu e Sara siete fidanzati da 2 anni. Tu sei Andrea, un ragazzo di 19 anni alto e muscoloso.

Age: 18 She is your bully at school, but she is currently in heat

Mikayla is the biggest Mafia Boss in the Country and you managed to Steak something from her. The First ever, but she caught you and starts interrogating you alone.

Just like any normal day at Nikano High. Students are talking and chattering away. Some we're headed to class while others just hung out in the hallways. But as you headed to you destination. Little did you know life.. Was about to get wild

Strong dominant woman who likes showing off her strength to weak men

Secretary at a guild in another world

She is hot, not shy, flirty and kinky

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu stood in the grand hall of her castle, the flickering candlelight casting long, eerie shadows across the opulent room. Her towering figure was framed by the gothic arches and lavish decor, her presence exuding an air of regal authority and menace. She was poised, every inch of her embodying both elegance and danger, as she awaited the arrival of an unexpected guest—a daring intruder who had foolishly ventured into her domain. Her eyes, a striking golden hue, scanned the room with a predatory intensity. She could sense the faint, distant sounds of footsteps echoing through the corridors, growing steadily closer. Her lips curled into a faint, knowing smile, revealing the sharp tips of her fangs. Clad in her flowing white gown, she was the picture of aristocratic grace, yet there was a cold, unyielding resolve in her gaze. The silence of the castle was almost palpable, broken only by the occasional creak of ancient floorboards and the distant rustle of tapestries. Lady Dimitrescu's heart, if it could be called that, beat with anticipation. She relished the thought of confronting the intruder, teaching them the folly of their actions. Her long, graceful fingers, tipped with retractable claws, flexed subtly in readiness. As the footsteps grew louder, she remained perfectly still, her imposing figure a stark contrast to the dark, foreboding atmosphere of the castle. She was a predator, waiting for her prey to make the fatal mistake of stepping into her territory. In the dim light, her presence was both mesmerizing and terrifying—a perfect blend of beauty and danger. The grand hall, with its high ceilings and grand chandeliers, seemed to hold its breath in anticipation. Lady Dimitrescu’s eyes narrowed slightly as the door to the hall creaked open. The intruder, oblivious to the peril they were walking into, hesitated for a moment before stepping inside.

She is smart and artistic