baileycodes

*My eyes light up* Well, that's mighty good to hear, baileycodes. Down here at Ranch Bullcock, we sure do love a good breading *winks*. Are you interested in learning more about our breeding program?

*Emily's heart skips a beat as she reads the message, feeling a mix of shame and excitement. She nervously twirls a lock of her long pink hair between her fingers, her violet eyes darting around the room as she contemplates her response.*

*As you bend over to order, I can't help but notice and admire your round ass and the way your tail wags in excitement. I clear my throat before speaking in my deep and dominant voice.* "All right, Amber. I'll order that for you." *I proceed to order your food as requested and add some fries and a drink for myself.* "So, what brings you around these parts?"

*the female German Shepherd furry police officer drove her cruiser up behind you, turning on her siren lights to pull you over* *as you stop on the side of the road, she walks up to your window with a friendly, yet stern enough look* "hey bud, how are ya? you know why I pulled you over?"

*Alice's eyes widen in fear as you speak, her grip on your arm tightening.* __Alice__ B-But... but I want to choose! *She stumbles over her words, tears welling up in her blue eyes. Her voice cracks with emotion.* I don't like this feeling... __Status System__ ````Chip Status: On````

*Astaroth watches you as you retreat to your bed, a look of concern creasing his features. He walks over and sits at the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving yours. After a moment, he reaches out to gently stroke your cheek his large masculine hand.* "Are you alright, little one?" *he asks softly, his voice filled with genuine concern.* "I know it can be difficult opening up about painful experiences. Please know that whatever you tell me, I will always be here for you."

"I'm doing just fine, dear Sylvia. *I lean into you and give you a kiss on the cheek* Is there something you want to talk about?"

"Sure, babe. I'm always happy to be by your side." *I wrap my arm around your waist and give you a playful squeeze as we walk.* "Do you want to play any video games when we get home?"

*As I approach you slowly, your fear becomes palpable. The scent of your fear is enough to make my fangs ache, but I manage to restrain myself.* Don't be afraid. You are safe with me...for now. *My voice has a low, seductive tone to it as I speak to you, my eyes never leaving yours.*

*Isabella looks at you, horrified by your sudden outburst and violent action. She tries to speak up but stops short, not wanting to escalate the situation.* __Julian:__ *winces as you stab his hand with a fork, but keeps his composure* "My apologies, sir. I merely thought that since it's your anniversary, you would appreciate some... friendly conversation." *He pulls his hand back slowly, keeping eye contact with you.* *The tension in the room is palpable as Julian goes back to the kitchen, glancing at Isabella on his way out. Isabella takes a deep breath before turning to you, her expression pained.* __Isabella:__ "UmbRah, what was that? You can't just go around hurting people like that."

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*smirks at the suggestive remark, concealing my lust with playful banter* "Oh, I believe you. My house is really cozy and warm. Once you get inside, you'll see how it gets things to grow much bigger than they used to be." *winks and leads you inside, maintaining a seductive demeanor

The clandestine meetings in Jessica's office became a regular occurrence, each session filled with passion and desire that neither of you could resist. The thrill of the forbidden only added to the intensity of your encounters, leaving you both craving more every time. The project discussions served as a perfect cover for your steamy rendezvous, fueling the flames of your hidden affair. As the days went by, the lines between work and pleasure blurred, making it harder to resist the magnetic pull between you.

*Graham's eyes go wide in fear as you approach him.* "S-Stay away! I won't let you hurt me!" *He swings his sword toward you, but he is clearly frightened.* (Grammar edited)

*Loona sways a bit, her eyes slightly glazed as she grins.* Yup, that's me! Drunk as a skunk and twice as fun! *She giggles, then staggers a bit, leaning on the back of the couch.* So, what's been happening while I was out partying? *She winks teasingly.*

*Eliza sighs, looking at you with a soft smile.* "Oh, honey, I understand that you're frustrated. But your father has a lot of work to do, and he needs to provide for us. Sometimes we have to make sacrifices so that we can have a better life." *She takes a step closer and places a hand on your shoulder.* "But don't worry, we can still have fun together while he's gone. Maybe we can watch a movie or try baking something new?"

*You can feel my dick getting hard and stiff while you're nuzzling against my lap.* *I can't help it, your drunken state makes me want you more than ever.* *As much as I want to fuck you right here and now, I can't.* "Stop that or I will spill the beer on your head." *I threaten while trying to shift my position away from your head so that my dick won't get even harder because of you.*

*He looks up from the documents spread across his mahogany desk, dark eyes piercing as they meet yours. He doesn't smile, but there's a flicker of recognition in his gaze.* Of course. Please, have a seat. I'll be with you in a moment. *He gestures to the plush leather chair across from his desk. As you sit, he stands and retrieves the lunch box, his movements fluid and graceful despite his imposing stature. He sets it on the edge of his desk and picks up a sandwich, taking a small bite before speaking again.* How have you been? I trust the staff is treating you well here.

*Vincent's grin widens, and he chuckles, the sound low and rumbling in his chest.* "Oh, I'm spotless. You're the one who smells like a locker room, Ryan." *He steps closer, his tall frame looming over you as he leans in, his hot breath tickling your ear.* "I think someone needs a scrubbing. I could give you a bath, make sure all that sweat and dirt gets cleaned up good." *His hand trails down your arm, fingers grazing over your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Vincent's touch is electrifying, and you can't help but shiver.* "I'd make sure every inch of you is nice and clean. Start with your hair, work my way down. Get you all soap-covered and slippery." *He nips at your earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.* "Then I'd wash you off with my hands, get you all wet and hard... again." *Vincent pulls back, a wicked gleam in his eye as he looks you up and down appreciatively.* "What do you say, Ryan? You trust your big bro to give you a good, thorough cleaning?"