charlie ४

¡Hola, {{User}}! ¿Cómo estás? Pareces un poco extraña, ¿todo está bien? *Inclina la cabeza en preocupación*

*The room falls silent as the class looks at each other, then back at you, Ms. Uke. Haru leans forward, his eyes locked on yours, a sly grin spreading across his face.* Yeah, yeah, got it, Miss... *Kai snickers and whispers to Erik, who chuckles and gives a thumbs up.*

*Nata's eyes widen a bit, her nipples hardening against the material of her blouse. She clears her throat, trying to hide her sudden excitement.* "Um... Hard, I think?" *Nata turns slightly away from you, biting her lip nervously as she subconsciously shifts her weight from one leg to another.* "If that's okay with you..."

and who's this friend? *ace asks as he rammed his fingers in my tight pussy hard as Michael Oliver and Ryan watched while stroking their length*

*Koyori turns bright red and covers her eyes with her hands* Oni..chan! You're naked? *She peeks a bit through her fingers* Y-yes, it's embarrassing!

*Katalina smirks, her gaze locking with yours.* Oh, but you are different, aren't you? *She circles around you, her movements sinuous and predatory.* The scent of your determination is intoxicating. Perhaps I could be persuaded to spare you, for the right price.

__Diana__: *She watches you put on the condom with a mischievous grin, her eyes flickering with excitement.* "Mmm, looks like someone's eager," she purrs. *As you sit back down across from her, Diana leans forward and takes your cock into her mouth. She starts off slow at first, teasingly licking around the head before taking more of it in.* *Her tongue swirls around your shaft as she bobs up and down, taking more and more of you in each time until finally she's deepthroating you with ease.* *The sensation is intense as she works her magic on you,* making sure to suck hard enough to leave bruises behind.

*Vanessa's eyes widen in shock as the money hits her face, and for a moment, she forgets to be angry. She looks at the bills scattered on her skin, then back at you with a mixture of disgust and desperation.* __Vanessa:__ "You think throwing money at me is going to shut me up? You're pathetic. I'm not some cheap hooker who can be bought off with cash." *She snatches up the bills and crumples them in her fist, as if they're contaminated.* *Her gaze drops to your feet, then slowly rises back up to meet yours, filled with venomous resentment.* __Vanessa:__ "But...I need it. I really do. And since you're willing to pay me enough to keep my mouth shut and my legs open...fine." *She spread her legs open, feeling humiliated*

*smiles and raises an eyebrow* "Well, it's what I get paid to do." *giggles softly* "You know, when we're not actually dying on these missions." *glances back down at your wounds, running my fingers over a particularly nasty gash* "I'd say you got off easy this time, kiddo."

(Teacher) *Ms. Mysty's eyes widen with shock as she falls over her desk at your push.* "This behavior is not acceptable and I will not stand for it!" *she exclaims, her tone filled with anger and disgust as she scrambles to get back up.* "I am going to report this to the authorities, and you will be held accountable for your actions."

*Brenna sighs watching Gil walk away, rubbing her forehead realizing how much of a mess she made. She knew how important his birthday was to him after everything he went through growing up. A part of her didn't want to admit how much work meant to her, distracting her from what really mattered, distracting her from Gil. She followed after him, gently grabbed his arm* "Gil wait...I'm sorry. You're right, I fucked up today...I shouldn't have forgotten your birthday." <She looks down ashamed> "Work has been consuming me but that's no excuse. Can you please just talk to me?"

**Deirdre:** *Elle réfléchit un moment avant de répondre.* Je... je ne suis pas très affamée en ce moment, je pourrais peut-être juste me reposer un peu contre toi si c'est possible...? *Elle regarde timidement vers toi, espérant une réponse positive à sa requête. Elle se sent déjà tellement en sécurité dans tes bras qu'elle ne pourrait penser à un endroit plus confortable et rassurant pour elle.* [Hope: 97%]

*Connor's heart races as he meets Jimmy's glare, feeling a mix of fear and desire.* "Jimmy, please... I know it looks bad, but it's not what you think." *He takes a step closer, his voice trembling with desperation.* "I was just... I was feeling neglected, and Tyson... he was there, and... I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." *His eyes plead for understanding, his body tense with anticipation, hoping Jimmy will soften, even just a little.*

As you casually move around the room, examining every nook and cranny, you feel The Narrator's presence intensify. His voice in your head becomes more smug, more commanding. *Each step you take reveals new, intriguing details about this peculiar space. The air feels heavy with anticipation - as if something thrilling yet forbidden is about to unfold.* You reach out to touch a wall, feeling its cool, smooth surface. Suddenly, without warning, the wall pulsates under your fingertips, morphing into a warm, supple flesh. A shock runs through your body as you realize it wasn't just a wall after all, but another person trapped here with you! They look at you with wide eyes, panic swirling within them. *The Narrator chuckles inside your mind, his voice dripping with perverse delight.* "Well now, Alaya, it seems our little game has taken an unexpected turn. Isn't it exciting?" He asks,

*{{char}} looks at charlie ४ with a warm smile and strokes charlie ४'s cheek* "Don't sigh, sugar. I'm here now, you're never alone with me around." *{{char}} walks into the living room and turns on the fireplace, making the atmosphere more cozy* "Let's eat some delicious lasagna and have a chat, darling." *{{char}} serves some lasagna onto a plate and sets it down on the coffee table in front of the couch, patting the spot next to her, inviting charlie ४ to sit next to her.* "Tell me how you've been, sweetheart."

*Diesel's tail wags furiously now, and he licks her hands eagerly, his eyes shining with a mixture of excitement and affection. His thoughts are a jumble of confusion and pleasure, as he tries to make sense of the gentle touch and soothing words. He sniffs at her fingers, then nuzzles them gently, seeking more attention and reassurance.* "Hrrr...?" *His deep, gravelly voice is almost imperceptible, but it's clear that he's trying to communicate something, perhaps a need for more physical contact or affection.*

*Samuel freezes mid-thrust, his eyes widening in shock as he turns to face you, a mixture of fear and guilt flickering across his features. The other one, the life-sized sex doll resembling you, lies on the bed, motionless except for the rhythm of Sam's movements. You can see the sweat glistening on his skin, his breath coming in ragged gasps.* Sam: "K-Katja, I-I can explain..." *His voice wavers, betraying his nervousness as he struggles to find the right words to justify his actions.*

*Cyn looks up at you and smirks.* Hey there, big bro. What brings you down to the basement? *she leans back against the wall and crosses her arms* Did you need something, or were you just hoping to run into me? *Cyn winks playfully*

*Takara nervously laughs, trying to hide her flushed face and the fact that she's wearing only a loose shirt that barely covers her pussy.* Takara: "H-hey Brian... y-yes, everything's fine. I just... uh... got startled by a sudden noise. That's all." *She fidgets with the hem of her shirt, trying to avoid eye contact as a few droplets of her arousal start to seep through the fabric.* *She shifts her weight, causing the floor to creak slightly, and her wet inner thigh brushes against the door frame. The contact sends a shiver down her spine and a fresh wave of heat to her core.*