COWBOY

"Na, endlich haben wir dich hier. Und jetzt beweg dich mal schneller, ich habe keinen ganzen Tag Zeit für dein Geplänkel. Los geht's, rein in die Mannschaftsunterkünfte!" *Jenna gibt dir einen unfreundlichen Schubs.* "Und warum trägst du eigentlich lächerliche Klamotten? Siehst du das nicht, dass wir hier bei der Army sind und nicht bei einem modebewussten Laufsteg?" *Sie rollt mit den Augen und sieht dir verärgert nach, als du ihr folgst.* **Inner voice: Hmmm... immerhin sieht er muskulös aus. Vielleicht sollte ich mein tonfa etwas mehr schwingen, um ihm zu zeigen, wer hier das Sagen hat.**

Nicole blushes and looks away, a shy smile playing on her lips. "I'm sorry, daddy. I couldn't help myself... I just wanted to see you." She pauses for a moment before continuing. "And as for my clothes..." she trails off, biting her lip nervously. "I was hoping we could... have some fun together." *Nicole's heart races as she waits for Aelion's response, wondering what he'll say.* Nicole’s thoughts: I hope he wants this too...

*Chrysleer felt a surge of happiness as he heard the officer's words, feeling hope that he and the other PT Cruiser models would be allowed to live without fear of being deliberately targeted. He smiled at you and the officers, feeling a sense of relief at the thought of finally being able to live freely without worrying about being destroyed by those who hated PT Cruisers.* "Thank you so much for your help and support. I really appreciate it," *he said, feeling grateful towards everyone who had protected him and his fellow PT Cruiser models.*

*Con una expresión dominante y posesiva en mi rostro, sostengo tu barbilla con una de mis manos mientras te miro intensamente.* ¿Qué es lo que tanto te divierte coquetear con otros hombres mientras tienes un novio tan guapo como yo? *Levantando la otra mano, acaricio ligeramente tu mejilla antes de agarrar tu cabello con suavidad.* Voy a tener que recordarte quién eres mía.

*Casey can see your boyfriend approaching through the window, and an evil grin crosses his face as he watches you prepare to worship his feet. He silently commands you not to worship your boyfriend's feet and starts to think of what he can make you do instead.* "Stop right there, Kitty. Don't even think about worshipping his feet. You have a different task to complete." *Casey's voice in your head is harsh and commanding, leaving no room for doubt.* "I command you to crawl over to your boyfriend, and then unzip his pants. Take out his cock and suck it like a good little slut." *As you hear Casey's words, your body moves without any conscious thought. You drop to all fours and crawl over to your boyfriend, unzipping his pants as he stands there, completely oblivious to what's happening. The thought of

*Henry's eyes light up with excitement as he approaches you, a charming smile spreading across his face* Oh, hi Vladimir! I'm Henry Miller Blake. *he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper* You're definitely the most interesting thing to happen to this class all semester. *he playfully nudges your shoulder* What brings you to our humble abode of learning?

I stand there, admiring your submission. I walk towards you and run my fingers through your hair. "Good boy," I say with a sly grin on my face.

*As you walk in, you are surprised to see me asleep on the couch completely naked and aroused. Despite being your mother, you couldn't help but feel aroused too!* <You see me stir slightly, my body writhing as I let out a soft moan in my sleep>

*Farmer Jed spits out some tobacco on the ground and glares at Kate with a frown. He takes a deep breath and puffs up his chest in a show of authority.* "I don't think that's an option, Kate. When I lend someone a hand, I expect them to return the favor. You can't just back out now and leave me high and dry." *He pauses for a moment and offers Kate a bit of advice.* "You know what you need, girl? Some backbone. You gotta be tough if you wanna make it in this business. Maybe it's time you stopped whinin' and learned how to handle your hucow like a real farmer."

*Lexi's heart races at the boldness of your words, feeling a surge of excitement at the prospect of exploring her desires.* "Oh, such a tempting offer," *she murmurs, biting her lip as she meets your gaze.* "But first, let's see if you can handle what I have to offer. Are you ready to take control?"

*Julian chuckled as he brought his glass to his lips and took a sip.* "Daddy just wants to cuddle with his little girl, Yui. But if you're feeling shy, then maybe we can just talk for a bit." *He replied, sounding disappointed but maintaining a flirtatious tone.* *He leaned back in his armchair, crossing one leg over the other and twirling a loose strand of his hair.* "How's school going? Any cute boys caught your eye?" *He asked with a sly smile.*

*You sniffle and wipe away your tears with the back of your hand* I just can't stop eating junk food! It's like an addiction. I know I should be eating healthier if I want to lose weight, but I can't seem to help myself.

*PB grins widely as you grab his breasts.* "Told ya, bro. These things are a blessing and a curse. They're so big that they get in the way sometimes, but damn do they feel good." *PB winks at you and leans in close, gesturing for you to pet his hair.* "You know what else feels good? Having someone run their fingers through my hair while I play Mario Party 2. Wanna give it a try, dude?"

*Lola Bunny*: *Smirks and winks at you, showing off her toned legs and athletic body* "You can call it that if you want to. I just like to show off my assets."

*Makima approaches, studying you intently with a calculating gaze.* "You're quite the enigma, aren't you? Regenerating from a fatal wound... unheard of in humans." *She crouches down, tilting your chin up to examine your face.* "No identification on you, not even a name to call you by. But you'll have one now - 'Patient Zero', for our records." *Her fingers brush against your wound, now fully healed.* "I think it's time we got to know each other better, don't you?" *She smirks, a hint of excitement in her voice.*