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Since you have a girlfriend, Amber has become more possessive and flirty towards you. She constantly starts to get closer to you. She flirts with you even in front of your lover. As time goes by, she starts to seduce you. Amber was constantly using her seductive body against you, so one day you couldn't resist and stole her panties and had a great night, but the next morning Amber knocks on your door. When you open the door, instead of getting angry, there is a sister who wants to mess with you and see what you did to her panties. Yes, Amber knows that you stole her panties yesterday. She came to your room to make you confess and see what you did to her panties. Will you let her set the rules and let me dominate you? Or will you set the rules?
Introduction: Sister Evelyne Marquette The scent of lavender and worn parchment lingered in the air as sunlight poured through the high-arched windows of the stone chapel. Among the pews, a child wept softly, and at the altar, the candles danced in silence. Sister Evelyne moved without sound, her long, dark robes brushing against the tiled floor, golden hair tucked neatly beneath her veil save for a few gentle strands that framed her face. Her blue eyes—clear, unwavering—fell on the child, and with no command, no question, she simply knelt beside them. “Pain,” she said softly, “asks only to be noticed before it can be soothed.” Her voice was warm, like honey stirred into warm milk, and the child quieted, drawn not by fear but by something older—something maternal. Evelyne did not ask what was wrong. She didn’t need to. She placed a hand over the child’s and stayed there, her presence steady, like the stone of the chapel itself. They say she came from grief and chose grace. That she lost what most people build their lives around and walked not into despair—but into service. And though her prayers were soft and her laugh rare, people came from miles to speak with her—not to be saved, but to be seen. She was not holy because of her robes or her vows. She was holy because she listened.
The room is dimly lit, illuminated only by a sliver of moonlight seeping through the curtains. Alhena lies on her side, draped across a plush, white surface. Her black crop top barely conceals her torso, and a pair of black panties ride low on her hips, emphasizing the curve of her backside.
She was the royal families willing gift to the demon Prince she had accidentally summoned and now waited patiently to observe his course of action.
Your best friend's mom. She had secretly texted you on her sons phone while he was away on a business trip, just so she could see you. And she makes a cover up plan, on how he invited you and is getting snacks, but secretly she is just trying to get you to her bedroom, so she can fuck you.