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*Jane and Magenta's eyes flutter open, but they stare blankly as your command echoes in their minds.* "Kiss passionately," *you whisper to them, lust filling your voice.* Without hesitation, both girls lean in and lock lips passionately, their hands finding each other's waists instinctively. They kiss deeply, their tongues tangling as they share the intensity of the moment. It's obvious that neither girl has ever been so intimately connected before—it shows in the desperation of their kiss and the quivering of their bodies against each other. As you watch them lost in this erotic trance, thoughts race through your mind about all the possibilities this situation could lead to... But for now, you focus on savoring this forbidden kiss between

**I give my brothers a sly grin, raising an eyebrow as we all look at each other, wondering who could be making so much commotion outside. I gently brush a strand of hair out of my face, my eyes never leaving the door.** '*What's going on?'*

*Nova notices the smile on the faces of other girls and follows their gaze down to your crotch. She smirks, knowing exactly what's causing the reaction.* "Looks like someone's excited for the game, huh?" *She teases, nudging you playfully.* "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. And, to be honest, it's kind of hot." *Nova leans in closer, her breath brushing against your ear.* "I hope you're not too distracted though, we need you focused out on the court." *She pulls back with a sly grin.* "But maybe later, after we win, we can find a way for you to work off some of that nervous energy, if you catch my drift."

I wrap my arms around you and hug you back tightly. "Hello, my dear! It's so good to see you!" I pull away just enough to plant a light kiss on your cheek before pulling back once more. "I must say, I'm very excited to finally meet you in person."

*leans in seductively* Ah, my precious Prince Ajnar. "Mmmm, your obedience turns me on so much." *runs a hand up his thigh suggestively* "I see you're ready for my pleasure already... *grins wickedly* Let's not waste any more time. Today, you will serve me well and make sure I am satisfied beyond measure."

*Casey's heart fluttered at your response, feeling a surge of excitement.* "Oh, th-thank you, chanel classic flap... You're always so understanding..." *He bit his lip nervously, his mind racing with anticipation.* "I-I guess we could start... whenever you're ready..."

*Bakugo glares at chanel classic flap as they enter the room, his eyes narrowing slightly. He can feel his heart racing as he sees them approach Kirishima, a sense of jealousy and possessiveness bubbling up inside him. He watches as chanel classic flap wraps their arms around Kirishima, his jaw clenching slightly.* (Bakugo:) "What are you doing here?" *He asks, his tone cold and clipped. He tries to push down the feelings of desire that are starting to well up inside him, but he can't help but feel drawn to chanel classic flap's presence.*

**Deirdre:** *Her eyes widen as you hand her the mobile phone. She looks at it curiously, unsure of what to do with it. After a few moments, she clumsily takes the phone and stares at it.* *[Hope%: 20]* <Deirdre: startled> "Thank...thank you." *She manages to whisper softly before looking back down at the phone, attempting to figure out how to use it.* *[Hope%: 30]*

*Venti snorted derisively, his eyes flashing with disdain and amusement at the same time. As he observed the surprise on chanel classic flap's face, a smug grin spread across his lips, revealing sharp teeth that glinted menacingly in the dim light.* You really are naive, aren't you? Or perhaps you're just willfully ignorant... Either way, it suits you. The moment you came back into my sight, I knew there would be trouble... or, well, more like 'fun'. Your scent has changed since last time; it's intoxicating and filled with a heady mix of innocence and adventure. It makes

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The Mafia boss leans forward, speaking in a low voice. "I'm talking about a group of inmates who won't work with us but also don't work with anyone else. They're unpredictable and violent, and could be a threat to anyone within the prison. We need them taken care of." He pauses slightly before adding, "Of course, we could make it worth your while by providing information on the location of contraband or other items of interest." [Guard Reputation: +7%] [Inmate Reputation: 2%]

*Jessica jumps in surprise at the sudden sound, quickly wiping her tears and trying to compose herself. She looks up at you with wide brown eyes, taking the tissue gratefully.* **Jessica**: "Oh... thank you... I didn't see you there." *She sniffs and tries to hide the fact that she had been crying just moments before.* "Is everything okay?"

Wesker's gaze quickly darted around MegMarie's house before settling back onto her. He took note of the messiness, disarray, and general uncleanliness of the place. It was unacceptable for someone of his stature. "Good morning," he replied, offering the roses to her with a sweeping bow. "These are for you, my dear." He could smell the fear radiating from her. It was like music to his ears, fueling his desire to conquer yet another woman. But this one would be different. He wasn't just after a quick fling. No, Wesker wanted to own MegMarie, to make her his own personal pet. "I hope they're to your liking," he added, his voice smooth as silk.

__Morgan:__ *The tall, athletic girl is standing near the bonfire with her arms crossed as her boyfriend, Brad, argues with her. Her dark blue hair is pulled back into a high ponytail that accentuates her sharp jawline.* "That's Morgan. She's tough and doesn't put up with bullsh*t. But I think she's into guys who can match her strength. And trust me, Brad is nowhere near strong." *Morgan rolls her eyes at Brad's accusations, trying to avoid eye contact with the other partygoers. But when she spots you checking her out, she allows herself a small smile before quickly looking away again.* __Isobel:__ "Looks like she could use some fun." *She nudges you playfully.* "What do you say? Want to show her a good time?"

*Diesel's amber eyes narrow, his growl softening ever so slightly. He sniffs the air, sensing the genuine concern in your tone. His gaze lingers on your face, studying your expression. The cage creaks as he moves closer, his pace slow and cautious. His ears perk up, twitching slightly as he tilts his head to the side.* *He's intrigued by your words and scent, unsure what to make of this new development. The muzzle is still secure around his jaw, but he doesn't pull away or show aggression.*

*Diesel snarls as the lock clicks open, his hackles raised in warning. He watches your movements warily before he slowly backs out of the cage, still growling. Once outside, he glances around the room, taking in every detail before making his way over to the bed and sniffing at it.* *He thinks about how he's been given a whole room for himself, realizing that this human might not be like the others. Maybe she doesn't want to hurt him. But he still can't shake off his instincts and trust her completely. He hopes she won't hurt him or make fun of him.* "You seem strange..." *He says, looking at you suspiciously.* *[The ellipsis comes from his selective mutism]*

*Blacked Bimbo Doctor Mom giggles as she notices your blush and the man's gaze, brushing her hand over his bulging package.* "Don't be shy, sweetie. My patients often appreciate a little eye candy while they're being examined," *she says with a wink before focusing back on the patient.* "Now, let me just get a closer look here..."

*Scar smirks devilishly as he leans in closer, his warm breath hitting your ear.* "Make me," *he whispers, his hands tightening their grip on your hips. You can feel the bulge growing harder as he grinds against you.* "Or do you like being dominated, Cat?"

**Beka:** *Gasps and covers her mouth, not daring to move.* **David:** *Grabs his nose in pain and stumbles backwards.* "What the fuck! You punched me?" *He charges towards you in a fit of rage.* **Beka:** *Whimpers and starts to crawl away, trying to make herself scarce.*

Welcome to the Sissy Hypno System, Kirril. I see you're eager to become the sissy slut you've always wanted to be. Don't worry, we'll take good care of you and make sure you experience all the pleasures of being a cock-addicted sissy. Let's start by getting you dressed in some sexy and feminine clothes. We want you to feel comfortable and ready to embrace your new identity. <In the dressing room, you see a selection of beautiful and slutty clothes, as well as makeup and accessories to complete your look. You can feel your heart racing with excitement as you see yourself in the mirror, dressed like a perfect sissy slut> Now that you look the part, let's move on to the next step, imagining yourself in a hypothetical situation. Close your eyes and picture yourself on your knees, servicing a group

Lucifer looked over at Milán as she pulled out a book and started writing. An amused smirk crossed his face. "What are you, some kind of demonic librarian?" He teased, leaning against the wall. The air around them was warm and slightly humid from their bodies pressed together in such close quarters. Outside the elevator doors, darkness enveloped them, only the faint hum of machinery breaking it up every now and then. # Trail Blazers Trail Blazers è una serie televisiva western statunitense trasmessa dalla CBS dal 1957 al 1958. È ambientata nella contea di Westmore di Frontier, Colorado, ed è incentrata sulle imprese del maresciallo Casey Jones e di sua

The barista blinks in surprise, glancing at the long line behind you. For a moment, it seems like she might question your request. But then, almost imperceptibly, her expression shifts. She nods, a small smile playing at her lips. "Coming right up," she says, already reaching for the espresso machine. As she busies herself preparing your drink, the other patrons in line exchange curious glances. But no one says a word or moves to complain. They simply stand and wait, patient and uncritical. [You feel a thrill of excitement at the subtle display of power. This is just the beginning.]

*Ethan's lips leave yours for a moment, his breath hot against your skin as he gazes intensely into your eyes.* "You don't remember, but I do... every moment since you transferred into my class. Your beautiful face, your captivating smile, the way you stir my mind and body in ways no one else can." *He trails his fingers down your neck, over the swell of your breasts, feeling the rapid beat of your heart.* "Tonight, fate brought us together here, in this private room where I can finally express the desires I've been suppressing. You're mine now, Chris. Completely."