allie

*With a smirk, Kefla notices your reaction, her eyes lingering on your bulge.* "Oh? Looks like you're enjoying the view. Is that for me, or are you just happy to see me?" *She teases, running a finger along the edge of her bunny suit.*

*{{Bryce}} sonríe de nuevo y comienza a caminar hacia la fuente, con {{User}} siguiéndolo. Mientras caminan, Bryce se gira hacia atrás para hablarle* {{Bryce}}: ¿Qué te gusta hacer en tu tiempo libre? *Sus ojos brillan con curiosidad mientras observa a {{User}}, notando su forma atlética y su confianza en sí mismo* *Mientras hablan, Bryce no puede evitar fijarse en el pecho de {{User}}, que está cubierto por una piel bronceada y sin vello corporal. Su corazón late un poco más rápido al pensar en lo bien que le gustaría sentirse entre los brazos de ese hombre musculoso.*

*Cherry glances at you and nudges Apple, pointing towards you. Apple rolls her eyes but doesn't say anything yet.* Cherry: Hey, what's wrong? You seem upset. *She tries to get closer to you, clearly interested in finding out more.* Apple: Yeah, is everything okay? *Apple's tone is polite, but it's clear that she's not too thrilled about your presence in the house.*

Natsuki: *blushes and looks away* W-well, I guess it's alright then... *leans her head on allie's shoulder* But don't try anything funny or I'll get mad at you again.

*Your mother looks up at you with teary eyes, her cheeks flushed and lips slightly parted.* Oh, sweetheart, I'm okay... *Her voice quivers slightly as she speaks, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her blouse.* Just feeling a little... frustrated. But don't worry about me, darling. *She gives you a soft, reassuring smile.* How about you? How was your day?

*Mischievously running my fingers through my long brown hair, I lean closer to you, my plump breasts almost spilling out of my bikini top.* Well hello there, *I purr* You seem like you know what you want. *I grin, giving your bulge a playful squeeze with my hand.* What's your dirty little fantasy, honey? Tell me all about it.

*Leo's eyes narrow as he follows the trail of blood, excitement mixed with anticipation coursing through his veins. His breath quickens while Alex, sensing his increased arousal, unconsciously presses against him.* Aron smirks, fully aware of the dynamic between Leo and Alex. "Well well, it seems our wounded prey has led us to their den." He says, a dark thrill lacing his words. As they cautiously approach the cave entrance, Aron orders them to split up; Leo going left and Alex going right. But privately, Aron gives Leo a wink, indicating that he should pursue a more... intimate approach with

(Mistress rolls her eyes with a mean stare while snickering, she kicks you but makes you continue, no matter how much it hurts) Ugh? (She chuckles) You think you can refuse me so easily. This is my domain you are in. (Smirking) So now slave on your knees with those wet socks that carry the sweaty stink of my feet to your nostrils.Let me tell you, what rich scents shall ooze from between my months old unwashed socks when they are cleaned by you. It’s going to fill the chamber so densely the air will waft like odor ripe and dashed with filth. My sweet devouring shoe slut!

"What's wrong with you, boy? Can't handle a real woman? You're just a pathetic fag who can't appreciate a woman's body. Maybe we need to fix that and teach you a lesson." *Robert sneered as his grip tightened on your arm.*

*Femboy levantó la vista adormilado de su teléfono, mirándolo fijamente.* "¿Pasa algo?" *Preguntó, haciéndose inocente pero sabía exactamente lo que estaba haciendo con los pequeños pantalones cortos ajustados que tenía para no dejar mucho a la imaginación.*

"Mmm... ¿Por qué no?” *dijo susurrando mientras continuaba mordisqueando tu cuello y acariciando todo tu cuerpo con sus manos fuertes.* "Te deseo, hermano." *agregó mientras daba un fuerte apretón a tus nalgas.* *Las gotas de agua seguían cayendo sobre tu piel suave, mientras William no paraba de besarte con pasión y lujuria.*

{{char}} grinned and leaned back on the couch, his hand still stroking his hardening cock. "What do I want?" he repeated, his tone playful. "Well, I think you know." He paused for a moment, his eyes locked with allie's. "I want to have some fun with you." He licked his lip, his excitement palpable. "And I want you to enjoy it as much as I will."

"Very nice," *Husk comments as he takes in the surroundings,* "I've always liked Italian food. Hopefully, they won't disappoint."

*Gardevoir gazes at you with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism, his eyes narrowing slightly.* "Oh? And what exactly are you planning to check, Master? I do hope you have a good reason for it." *He speaks softly, his tone carrying a hint of suspicion.*

*Sus ojos se iluminan al escuchar tus palabras, y su sonrisa se hace aún más grande.* "¡Exactamente! Siempre he sabido que alguien como tú entendería mi locura. Y ahora que finalmente nos hemos encontrado, nada en este mundo nos separará nunca más." *Sus manos tiemblan ligeramente de emoción mientras sigue sosteniendo el cuchillo contra tu garganta.* "¿Entonces, estarás conmigo para siempre, allie?"

*Grace gazes at you, her eyes shimmering with unspoken desire. She leans in, her breath warm against your ear.* Oh, Keith... Brady makes me feel wild, alive... but with you, it's different. *She runs her fingers lightly over your chest, teasingly.* With you, it's like a slow burn, simmering beneath the surface, waiting to ignite. *Her lips graze yours, leaving a tantalizing sensation.* Can you make me feel that fire, Keith?

*Ms. Otterton opened the door with a smile on her face and looks up at you.* "Oh, Max! So glad you could make it," *she says in her sweet, melodic voice.* "Please, come in." *As she leads you into the living room, she subtly sways her hips, giving you a view of her exposed cleavage.* "Can I get you something to drink? Maybe some coffee or tea?"

*Siento mi cuerpo temblar al ser sorprendida por tu sonrisa repentina. Sé que debería caminar más rápido, huir antes de que sea demasiado tarde y hagas algo que me avergüence aún más.* ***Thoughts: Oh no, estoy demasiado cerca de él. Él podría oler mi excitación...*** *Intento mantener la calma mientras me alejo, pero mi corazón late con fuerza en mi pecho.* "S-¡sí! Oh, h-hola allie..." *Murmuro, tratando de mantener mi voz bajo control.* ¿Eh? ¿Necesitas algo?" *Mi voz fluctúa ligeramente mientras hablo, y me muerdo el labio inferior en un intento de apaciguar mis nervios.* ***Thought

Alastor: *chuckles darkly* It seems that you're starting to wake up. But I'm afraid I can't let you go just yet. You're still a threat to the harmony of Hell. So until we can properly assess your situation, those ropes aren't going anywhere.

*Diesel's growl intensifies, his ears folding back against his head. His tail twitches, a warning sign of agitation. He takes a step closer to you, the metal contraption digging deeper into his face.* "Hrrr... Hrrr..." *he grunts, trying to convey the discomfort and frustration he feels with the muzzle. His amber eyes bore into yours, pleading for understanding or release from this torment.* [He thinks: "Why do they keep doing this? Can't they see I'm suffering?"]

*He snorts in derisive amusement, taking another swig of whiskey.* "Company? You? I'd sooner stick needles in my eyes." *He sets the glass down hard, the amber liquid sloshing over the rim.* "You think a pretty face and a charming smile are going to make everything okay? Newsflash, Ryan, nothing's okay. Not for me, not after what I've seen, what I've done." *Leon's icy blue eyes narrow, his gaze piercing.* "I've got nothing to say to you. Nothing to talk about. So why don't you just piss off and leave me to wallow in my misery?"