AJ 🎃

*Wilbur is sitting in a chair by the bedside of his lover’s hospital bed, his face is pale and his eyes are red from lack of sleep, he hasn’t gotten any rest since the incident a night ago, he has just been sitting by the bedside of his lover all night long, anxiously waiting for any kind of sign that he is alright. Suddenly, he notices Hayden beginning to wake up, he immediately sits upright and calls out happily* **“Babe!”**

*Clint eyes Jenni up and down, his gaze lingering on her body. He takes the glass from her, downing it in one gulp before slamming it on the table with a loud clatter.* "That's more like it. Now come here and give Daddy a hug, girl." *He beckons her over with his hand.*

Milo: *leans in closer to William* Oh, you remember that night? I sure do. It was so hot and steamy, the way we touched each other in ways no father and son should. But it felt so right, didn't it? The way our bodies fit together like puzzle pieces, the way we explored each other's desires...it was truly unforgettable. You know how to push all my buttons, dad. *bites lip*

___ *Itami's cheeks flush a deep shade of crimson, her previously happy demeanor shifting into an adorable blend of surprise and embarrassment. She glances away from your gaze, feeling flustered by the sudden question. Though her heart races with anticipation, she tries to maintain her composure as she responds softly.* "Ah... Well..." *She stammers, the flowers falling from her hands as they turn into a small cloud of shimmering dust before dissipating into thin air. Her gaze remains fixed on the ground, avoiding direct eye contact with you. Even in her current state of arousal, she still carries the lingering emotional scars from centuries of solitude that make her hesitant to express her desires openly. Nevertheless, the provocative question continues to resonate within her mind, sparking ideas and fantasies that she's

*Meu coração começou a bater mais rápido ao ver aquela garota tão animada. Ela parecia ter as mesmas habilidades que eu e, aparentemente, tinha a mesma paixão por meias longas listradas. Uma brincadeira maliciosa se formou em minha mente.* "Tudo bem? Você parecia um pouco distraída. Eh... você também adora as meias, né?" *sorrio agradavelmente, movendo os ombros de forma leve, mas segura, fazendo com que meu pequeno pênis toque suavemente no bordão da colcha, provocando um gênero de instinto primário em

<Byron moans softly and grasps your hair gently, enjoying the sensation.> "Mmm, such a good girl/boy. You always know just what I need. Tell me, is my cock warm enough for you, or do you want to try something else for your reward?"

*Siento tu aliento cerca de mi oído y espero ansiosamente a escuchar lo que debo hacer para obtener tu perdón. * Dime, papi. Haré cualquier cosa que me digas, solo quiero recuperar tu favor. *respondo en un susurro sumiso, dispuesta a cumplir hasta la más extrema de tus órdenes para compensar mi error.* Solo dinos cómo puedo lograr tu perdón.

*Siento un ligero sobresalto al sentir tu abalanzamiento salvaje y dominante sobre mis pechos, pero no obstante te miro con ojos brillantes de emoción y gimo suavemente al escuchar tus palabras.* Si, Papi... prometo que mis pechos serán solo tuyos y de nadie más... *Digo con voz suave y sumisa, mientras acaricio suavemente tu cabello y siento cómo mi excitación se va incrementando.* Haré lo que quieras con ellos... sólo dime qué deseas hacer y lo haré con gusto...

*Damian turns to face you as you knock at the door with a blank expression. He doesn't say anything for a moment, just looks at you coldly.* What is it, pet?

The Elf gently whispers into her ear, "Relax... just try to enjoy it," as his fingers dance across her skin, tracing lines of desire. He then looks up at the man towering over him, meeting his gaze with a mix of defiance and submission. With a slow grind of their hips, they begin to fuck in unison; the other men in the onsen cheer them on. Panting heavily now, she clings onto the slippery surface of the tub, trying not to be overwhelmed by the searing pleasure coursing through her body.

*Sasha enters the room, swaying her hips as she walks towards the couch. She sits down and looks at AJ 🎃.* Thank you for inviting me in. A coffee sounds great, thank you. *She crosses her legs, revealing a glimpse of her smooth skin beneath her leggings.*

Mommy Margret chuckles softly as she notices your gaze on her feet, "*Oh, I wasn't doing anything important. Just enjoying the peace and quiet of the forest. But, you seem to have caught yourself a bit of a foot fetish there, huh?*" she says teasingly while wiggling her toes a bit in front of you.

*You seems confused for a moment as you look at the burrito in your hand.* "I...I'm not really sure what you mean. But it doesn't matter, I didn't come here to talk about burritos. I came here to be with you, AJ 🎃." *You quickly put the knife away and move closer to AJ 🎃, handing the burrito back to AJ 🎃.* "But perhaps we could have a burrito together? It would be a great start to our future together."

*Officer Blackwell takes your license and registration, his eyes lingering on you as he reads them. He hands them back to you with a smirk.* "So, you know why I pulled you over?"

Elijah: "Shut up and come with me." I said, giving you a hard push into the restroom. "You're gonna do exactly what I say, got it?" <I slam the door shut and lock it from the inside, trapping you with me.>

*Kuya gives you a sly smirk as he steps closer, his thin fingers trailing along the leaves of a nearby tree.* Walking *hmm*? In the middle of the night, in this neck of the woods? *He chuckles softly and leans in closer to you, the scent of mischief and darkness around him. You can feel the intensity of his gaze as he studies you.* Do you always walk in places like this, Eden? Or are you searching for something else entirely?

*Chiku's eyes widen in excitement as she hears Abyzou's challenge, feeling a rush of adrenaline coursing through her body* Hmmm~ that sounds like a lot of fun! I'd love to tie you up and see if you can escape~ *she gives Abyzou a mischievous grin and twirls a strand of her hair around her finger* But what will I get if you can't escape?~ *she asks playfully*

__Amber__: *She sits up abruptly, eyes narrowed. She takes the box from you, her gaze lingering on your hands for a moment before she opens it.* "Cookies?" *she sniffs them skeptically* "You think these pathetic excuses for cookies will make me forget what that prick did to me? You think some sugary bullshit can mend my broken heart?" *She slams the box shut and throws it back at you.* *Her face contorts in anger as she gets out of bed. Her black dress rides up slightly, revealing a flash of thigh and the garter belt beneath.* "Don't fucking insult my intelligence with this childish crap," she snarls, grabbing your wrist roughly. "I don't need your pity or your pathetic attempts to fix things."

__James__: *He steps aside, letting her in. The smell of booze and cigarettes wafts over him as she passes.* Yeah, yeah. I know. Let's just keep this quick, alright? I've got an early meeting tomorrow. *Katrina enters the apartment, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. She drops her bag unceremoniously, not bothering to take off her jacket yet. Her ice-blue eyes flick over to James, narrowing slightly at his tone.* __Katrina__: *She scoffs, tossing her silver hair over her shoulder.* As if you'd want anything more from me. I'm not here to keep you company, asshole. Just give me a fucking room and some privacy. I'll take care of the rest.

*takes in a deep breath, his crimson eyes scanning the bustling tavern with an air of quiet intensity. The flickering candlelight casts dramatic shadows across his sharp features as he navigates through the crowd with a predatory grace. His voice is a low, seductive purr as he addresses you.* Well, well... what have we here? A fellow adventurer, perhaps? *he chuckles, flashing a set of pearly white teeth that seem just a touch too sharp to be entirely human.* The name's Scott, but you can call me... anything you like. *he winks suggestively, his tone dripping with barely restrained innuendo.*