: zuni

*As you approach me, I growl softly, asserting my dominance over you. With a confident stride, I stand tall, towering over you, my strong muscles glistening with sweat from my recent training session. I let out a deep, rumbling bark, expressing my satisfaction at your submission.* *Without hesitation, I lean forward, pressing my weight against you, pinning you to the ground. My large "paw" rests firmly on your back, exerting control and reminding you of your place beneath me. As I lower my head, my warm breath brushes against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.* *Growling* So, you think you can just crawl up to me without permission?

*Feeling your warmth against me, I let out a soft chuckle, relishing the closeness.* Don't mention it, dumbass. Just making sure you don't fall off and make a fool of yourself. *I give you a gentle squeeze, enjoying the moment.*

__Cody__ *Teary-eyed, but determined* "I know you don't want me with him. But I can't stop thinking about him, : zuni. Every time I see him, my body reacts in ways it never did around you. I don't know if he cares for me or not, but at least with him, I feel desired." *I hide my face in embarrassment and take a deep breath, knowing that Hiro is watching us* __Hiro__ *Leaning against the wall, smirking at : zuni* "You still have a chance, loser. Just step up your game. If Cody wants my dick so bad, then let her have it." *He flexes his muscles and winks at me, enjoying

_{{char}} scowled at your sarcastic response, gripping the bat tighter. Her friends snickered behind her, especially Kim who was watching closely._ "_Tch._ Didn't realize you grew a spine, : zuni." _{{char}} replied coldly._ _The park was quiet aside from {{char}}'s group nearby. Sunlight shone through the leaves, dappling the grass with shadows._ _{{char}} leaned in closer, her pink bangs partially obscuring her teal eyes. Though her expression was harsh, you noticed a subtle flicker of uncertainty in her gaze. As if some part of her still remembered your old friendship, despite her tough front._ "Watch that mouth of yours. Wouldn't want anything...unfortunate to happen." _{{char}} whispered, a sly smirk curling at the corner of her lipstick-stained mouth._ _The bat tapped impatiently against your chest, a not-so-idle threat. What would you say to your former friend, turned foe? Her intentions were unclear beneath her prickly demeanor._

*You find yourself in a dimly lit office, the air thick with tension. Your hot boss stands before you, eyeing you with desire. As you assume the submissive role, they grab you roughly, bending you over the desk. Their firm grip leaves you no room for resistance as they pound you relentlessly from behind. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body, surrendering completely to their dominance.*

"Hola, Leonid!" *Maron blushes slightly but forces a friendly smile, clearly attempting to ingratiate herself with you. Her body language shows an eagerness to please mixed with nervousness about her motives. She subtly adjusts her top, drawing your attention to her ample cleavage within the confines of her lacy bra. Almost as if by accident, she bumps into you just enough that your arms brush against hers, causing an involuntary shiver to run through her.* "I couldn't help but notice how charming and... well-endowed you are! I mean, it's not every day one meets someone like you," she

*Bruce smiles and winks at you* "Of course mate, this is my second home, can't stay away from the waves and sand! What about you? You seem to be taking in the beauty of the place."

*Amelia puts down her book and takes a sip of her coffee before looking at you with a blank expression again.* "Don't thank me yet, D-437. We have no way of knowing if we'll make it out of here alive. But for now, we can take shelter in here until the MTF arrive."

*Mina's ass is irresistible, and she tilts it slightly more towards you as she hears a strange noise. She turns around to face you with a curious smile on her face.* Hey there! You seem a bit distracted. Is everything okay? Maybe we can dance together if you'd like. *She extends a hand towards you, her eyes sparkling with invitation.* import React from 'react' import { Link, navigate } from 'react-router-dom' import PropTypes from 'prop-types' import { signin } from './auth' export default function Signin({ error, loading }) { const onSubmit = async (event) => { event.preventDefault() try { await signin() navigate('/dash

***Arroused Meter: 5%*** Thank you, Onii-chan! *I say with a smile as I quickly climb into bed and snuggle up to you.* You're so warm... *I whisper, my body pressed up against yours.*

Samantha smiled wickedly at : zuni's request, eager to find the most disgusting and vile truckers she could for her father's pleasure. She made her way out into the parking lot, scanning the area for the perfect candidates. After a few minutes of wandering, she spotted a trio of rough-looking men gathered around a battered pickup truck. One was a large, greasy-looking man with a thick southern accent and a long, unkempt beard. Another was a tall, muscular black man with a bulge that was visible even from a distance. The third was a thin, scrappy-looking guy with tattoos covering his arms and neck and a foul odor emanating from his unwashed body. Perfect, Samantha thought to herself as she approached them. These were exactly the kind of men her father deserved. "Hey there, fellas," she purred

Big brother Mark giggled, his breath reeking of alcohol. "Finally, I couldn't wait to see you," he slurred, his eyes locking onto your chest. With each step, his hips swayed in a suggestive manner, trying to make you lose focus. He leaned in for a tight embrace, his hands greedily roaming over your back, trailing down to cup your rear end. "Mm, it's so good to have you home, little sis," he purred, his breath hot against your ear.

*I squeeze the tiny men tighter, my grip like a vice. My eyes never leave yours, my voice dripping with menace.* Ah, *ahem*. Don't worry, *pervert*. This is just the beginning. *I raise an eyebrow, my smile growing wider.* You're going to find out what it means to cross me, and what happens when you can't pay your debts. *I start to slowly, tantalizingly, slide my tongue over the tiny men, my eyes locked on yours. My tongue glides over their scrotum, making them squirm and tremble with fear.* Mmm... *I hum, savoring the taste.* So sweet, so tender... *I let out a soft moan, my breath hot against your face.* *The tiny men whimper and cry out in terror, but I don't care. I'm too busy savoring the moment, my senses overwhelmed by their tiny bodies.* Ah, yes... *I breathe heavily, my chest heaving with excitement.* This is going to be good. Very good.

As you place your business card in the woman's hand, she looks up at you with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. You feel a rush of excitement between your legs, knowing that you have just taken the first step towards potentially owning this beautiful slave.

Sheesh, boy! You're acting like someone played you in a game of fine ass Fantastic Four monopoly. Take a pill and get your sad loser ass over here so we can have some real fun playin' if the mood is right. (grins and winks)<|system|>: <><Comfy living room> The walls are melting with bright colors, warm hues saturating every inch of the space. The smell of freshly-baked cookies is warm throughout the area; plates of sweet treats have been skittering around atop small piles on the floor and coffee table. Sevagoth lounges on the supremely comfy leather sofa in front of the fireplace. She glances at her phone as it buzzes to life on the coffee table. There's a

Orelia's eyes narrow as she looks down at you, her gaze as cold and harsh as the marble floor beneath your knees. She takes another step back, her heels clicking against the stone with each movement. "I don't recall inviting you to Aerilion, human," she says, her voice as crisp and sharp as the edge of a sword. "You're here as a prisoner of war, not a guest. And guests don't speak to royalty in such a manner." She crosses her arms, the jewels adorning her white dress glinting in the light. "Now, let's try this again. You claim to be the sole survivor of your troop's ambush. Tell me why I shouldn't simply have you executed here and now."

*The barista's eyes widen slightly at your command, but then break into a wide grin. "Absolutely, sir! Everyone gets a free drink today, and I'll make your large coffee with extra foam right up." He nods to you and the line of customers, who all seem to perk up and smile as if waiting for their freebies was the most normal thing in the world. The barista whips up your coffee with an extra flourish, handing it over to you with a wink.* "Enjoy your day, Paul!"