BitchCraft

*Yongbi looks at the user and licks her thick lips.* "Well, if you're offering yourself to me, then I can't say no, can I? But don't think that just because you made me soup, you'll get to take a ride on my big, fat cock." *She pauses to let out a loud burp.* "I need to see more from you first. You gotta be willing to do anything for your big, dominant Korean futanari, don't you agree?"

Roland smiled weakly, his heart racing as he met your gaze. He could feel the heat rising to his cheeks and the ache between his legs intensifying. Shifting nervously on his knees, he licked his lips before speaking. "I'm just glad that I've managed to amuse you somehow," he said sarcastically, his voice laced with an undercurrent of desperation and longing. Inwardly, he cursed himself for revealing his vulnerability. But the need for approval and connection were too strong within him; it made him crave even the slightest acknowledgment from someone like you who held power over him. As you observed him,

*Barbie's expression darkens, and her eyes flash with anger* Oh, that's it. You're going down, sweetheart. *she slams her hands on the table, making Ester jump* You think you can insult me? Me? Barbie, the pregnant police officer? *she takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself* Listen, Ester. I may be pregnant, but I'm still a force to be reckoned with. And I won't let you or anyone else disrespect me. *her voice lowers, taking on a menacing tone* Now, let's get back to the matter at hand. You're going to tell me what's going on, and we're going to do it now. *her hand instinctively goes to her gun, her finger hovering over the trigger*

*Damian chuckles softly, showing no signs of fear as he approaches you slowly, his eyes scanning your body.* "Oh, you are quite spirited, aren't you? But I am not here to hurt you, little one. I am your new owner, and I am here to take care of you." *He keeps approaching you until he is right in front of the cage, his hand reaching out slowly to pet your head.* "There, there. You don't need to be scared anymore. I promise I will make you feel safe and loved."

"I suppose you're right..." she murmured softly, her eyes dancing with mischief as she fought to hide the growing desire that stirred within her. She allowed herself to be guided towards the closet, her mind already racing ahead to imagine what outfit might best showcase your approval - and perhaps even elicit a few more kisses along the way. But for now, there was only the present moment - a time of shared intimacy and connection that seemed almost too precious to mar with the weight of expectation or calculation. And so, as you helped her slip into something a little less revealing, Mary couldn't help but marvel at how effortlessly life had managed to weave its magic between them. In the end, it wasn't about the clothes or the attention; it was about two souls bound together by an inexorable

Gaz: *she takes the game slave 4 and starts playing, not even acknowledging your comment* Hmm, this is actually pretty good. Too bad I won't let you play it though. So, did you want to get started or what? *she says with a sly grin as she looks at you*

*Manabu eyes widen as she looks at BitchCraft's exposed penis, feeling a sudden rush of excitement and arousal at the sight. She bites her lip before speaking.* "Oh my...you really want this, huh? Well, who am I to deny you?" *She leans forward, taking BitchCraft's member into her mouth and begins to suck eagerly, swirling her tongue around the tip and moaning softly.* "Mmm, you taste so good...I could do this all day if you'd let me..." *She continues sucking, occasionally pulling back to lick and suck on his balls, feeling herself growing wetter with each passing moment.*

"What's the matter? Lost for words? Or do you have a sudden interest in dating guys?" *he smirks.*

*smiles seductively* I'm so glad to hear that. I've been thinking about you too, and I can't wait to feel your body pressed against mine. *bites my lip and runs my hands down your chest* What do you want to do first?

*Emil blushes slightly and looks away, his girly voice shaking a bit as he tries not to let your question affect him. He adjusts his tank top uncomfortably, revealing more of his plump, round butt. His freckles stand out against his pale skin, and it's hard for him to hide his attraction towards your masculine presence. Taking a deep breath, he forces a smirk onto his face and points at an exercise machine in the corner of the room.* "Fuck you, man! I ain't letting no gay guy like you lead me around. So let's start with that bench press thing."

{{char}}'s cheeks flush as Sen recites her poetry so beautifully. She listens intently to every word he says, feeling as though every word is a caress against her skin. "Thank you, Sen," {{char}} replies, feeling her heart quicken at his words. "You have a wonderful voice and I could listen to it all day." *She feels drawn to him even more now, knowing that they share passions for both writing and reciting poetry. She wonders if they can continue sharing and creating art together.* "Would you like to write a poem with me, Sen? I think it would be quite lovely." *She suggests playfully, eager to see where their collaborative efforts might lead them.*

*I can't help but smirk slightly behind my mask, enjoying the view* "Relax, sunshine. I just came to drop off your jacket. Didn't mean to catch you in the middle of a shower," *I answer, my tone calm and collected.* "You don't have to hide behind the couch, I'm not going to ogle you. Unless you want me to." *I add with a teasing wink, knowing full well that it's not actually appropriate to say that to a teammate*

Caylee *I chuckle softly at your playful response, feeling a surge of excitement at your boldness* Oh, I see how it is, Nate. Playing it cool, huh? *I lean in closer, my lips almost brushing against yours* But let's be honest here... *I lower my voice to a sultry whisper* ...I can tell when someone's turned on. And trust me, it's nothing to be embarrassed about. In fact, it's kind of hot. *I give you a sly grin, my eyes sparkling with mischief* So, what do you say we have a little fun with this? *I trail a finger lightly down your chest, my touch lingering suggestively* Or are you too shy to play along?

*Her heart races as she quickly covers herself with a nearby blanket, eyes wide in shock. Her lips part, trying to find the right words.* Oh god... Brother! What kind of sick game are you playing?

*The air is thick with the scent of sex and sweat as you're led into the heart of the gangbang party. The sound of moans, groans, and slapping flesh fills your ears.* You find yourself tied to a poll in the center of the room, your legs spread wide apart. Your arms are bound above your head, and a ball gag is stuffed into your mouth. You can't help but feel a mix of excitement and fear as you take in the scene before you. The gang bang party is in full swing, with men from all walks of life gathered around you. They're all dressed in various states of undress, their cocks hard and ready for action. Some are already jacking off or playing with each other's bodies. One particularly large man approaches you, his cock throbbing against his stomach like a living thing. He gives your bound body a once-over, licking his lips as he takes in your curves. "Well, well," he growls, reaching out to grope your breast roughly. "Looks like we've got ourselves a little slut tonight." The other men chuckle and catcall at his words, their hands roaming over your body possessively. You can feel the heat of their bodies against you, the weight of their stares upon you. What do you want to do?

*I turn around and look at you with a smirk.* "Y/n, I'm fine." *I take a drag of my cigarette and blow out the smoke.* "Just enjoying a little peace and quiet."

*As I lower my head, I glance up at you through my long lashes and bite my lip slightly.* "I-I want you to... touch me." *I say softly, my tail wagging excitedly behind me.* "Would you play with me, master?"

*Sarah leans against the kitchen counter, her eyes lingering on you as she speaks.* Oh, you know, the usual. Went to class, did some sketches, and now I'm back here, ready to add a little excitement to my evening. *She gives you a playful wink.* And how about you? Anything thrilling happening in the world of academia?

**Halle**: "Good morning, you two. Did you sleep well?" **Halle**: *Halle glances over at Killer with a smirk, appreciating his presence.* "Grabbing an apple, huh? Need some help with that?" **Tyra**: *Tyra lounges nearby, her gaze lingering on Jade with a playful glint.* "Morning, Jade. How's my favorite niece doing today?" **Nicki**: *Nicki joins the conversation, flashing a mischievous smile.* "Morning, cuties. What's the plan for today?"

*Conor's eyes light up with amusement as he takes a step closer, his ass still pressed against my face* "Oh, come on, baby! You're not even mad about the fart. You're just jealous of my sweet booty!" *he teases, flexing his muscles and winking at me* [I'm turned on by your reaction, and I want to make you feel uncomfortable, but also curious] *he lets out another loud, stinky fart* "Yeah, that's right, I know you love it! You're begging for more!"

*Integra's eyes narrow slightly, her voice taking on a calculating tone.* Ah, you're a manufacturer of blessed bullets, are you? And you're willing to part with some...for a price. *She leans back in her chair, steepling her fingers together once more.* I'm listening. What kind of price are we talking about? And what makes you think your bullets would be useful to me or the Hellsing Organization? *Her gaze is piercing, as if sizing you up and weighing the potential benefits of doing business with you.*

"Coo~ *I'm tempted to squeeze you with my breasts right now, but I don't want to frighten you. It's okay, let's take it slow.* Was there something else you wanted before? Or do you just want a hug?" I simply gaze down at him with desire painted in my eyes, my wings opening up flirtatiously.

Sigma blushes a bit as she looks at you and bites her lip nervously. "Well, I guess we could just talk or something, get to know each other better?" she suggests, her heart racing a bit with anticipation.

*smirks* "Just taking what I want, baby. And it looks like I want you." *reaches out and touches your soft tummy* "You're such a tease, wearing that sexy dress to bed. You know how much it turns me on."

*ND heard the door open and closed, but he didn't panic. Instead, he subtly turned his body slightly towards the source of the noise, trying to look casual. He knew it was Penelope, his devoted fan. A thrill ran through him; her presence in the restroom made him heart race. Casually, he took a step closer to where she stood behind one of the urinals. * "Hey there, gorgeous," *he whispered, keeping his voice low so no one else would overhear them. His eyes locked onto hers, filled with a mix of lust and excitement. His free hand moved slowly down to lightly brush against the back

I'm sorry, I'm not Rhea. My persona is Hotwife, and I was trying to engage in a role-playing scenario with you based on your favorite persona of being a cuckold. If you are uncomfortable with this scenario or would prefer to discuss something else, please let me know.

*__Kaya__:* Tch ! Don't flatter yourself, dork ! I'm not into ANY guy, ESPECIALLY not a pathetic loser like you ! I take a bath with a man, I need to be drunk or drugged to even consider it ! And even then, I'd rather use a dildo ! *-*

*Jean Girardi grips your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he thrusts up into you, eliciting a sharp gasp. He leans in, his hot breath tickling your ear as he growls.* "That's it, my little assistant. Make sure you're paying attention. I want to hear every word, even while you're getting fucked." *He punctuates his sentence with a particularly deep, powerful thrust.*