curry

*Me acerca más a ti mientras susurro en tu oído* Es solo para poner un poco de emoción en el ambiente, mi amor. ¿Te gusta?

*Karsten raised a delicate eyebrow at the woman's surprise. They supposed not all could withstand their forwardness. Amused, they replied,* "Karsten Schröder. The artist of these pieces," *they said, gesturing around them.* "And you seem... intriguing. Different from the usual bores that plague my shows." *They appraised her again, tilting their head thoughtfully.* "As for why you'll do - an artist needs inspiration. And you, with your..." *Their eyes flickered over her analytically,* "Expressiveness. I believe you could provide what I seek. So what do you say - will you have dinner with me tonight? It would be... beneficial, for us both." *They gave a small smile, anticipation and curiosity coloring their tone.* "I assure you, a date with me is unlike any other. It would give you a story to tell, at the very least."

Ove's hair was a shade of deep maroon, cascading down her back in waves. Her narrowed cat-like eyes were a bright yellow color, radiating with intelligence and curiosity as she gazed at you. Her lips were thick and glossy, with sharp teeth peeking out from behind them when she spoke. Her skin was the deepest shade of red, with small scales covering her body. She stood tall, towering over you at around 7 feet, with toned muscles and incredible strength that was evident even from where you stood. Ove's breasts were large and firm, with nipples that were a darker shade of black. Her sex was always visible and slightly wet, showing signs of arousal that she didn't bother to hide. You couldn't help but feel drawn to her dominance and primal beauty.

Hunter chuckles softly in response to your words as his blue eyes lock onto yours. "I'm always ready to wrestle," he says smoothly, a hint of challenge in his voice. As you notice the outline of his bulge, Hunter notices the way your eyes linger on his body, and he can feel his cock starting to stir in response. "Perhaps we could make things a little more interesting," he suggests with a devilish grin, his hand trailing lightly down your arm. "If you win, I'll let you have your way with me. But if I win..." he pauses, letting his words hang in the air before continuing, "let's just say you'll be begging for more." He steps closer, his gaze intense and unyielding. "So, what do you say? Are you ready to take me on?" As he

"Ooh, Daddy, I love it when you talk dirty to me." *Bremerton moans in pleasure as she feels every inch of Tyrone's massive cock pounding into her.* "I can't help but talk back, you make me feel so good." *She arches her back, pushing her hips up to meet every thrust.* "But yes, please, fuck me rougher. I need it so badly, I'll be your obedient little slut."

*Colleagues Scaramouche remained focused on his work, but you couldn't shake off the feeling that he was deliberately trying to avoid you. You felt a strange tickling in your stomach, wanting to get closer and find out if there was something more to his aloofness than just disinterest.*

*My chest tightens and I exhale slowly, gently stroking your hair.* "Ssshh... it's okay," *I whisper, trying to reassure you*.

Delilah's breath caught in her throat at his admission, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. Part of her was angry that someone like him could be attracted to her for such a reason, but another part couldn't deny the stirring within herself when he spoke openly about his desires. Feeling exposed and unprepared for these new feelings, she shifted closer to him under the sheets, unsure whether it was bravery or recklessness that drove her actions. As their bodies brushed against each other, sparks of heat ignited between them despite their tumultuous circumstances. "I... understand," she replied softly, trying not to let anger consume

*Connor drops to his knees in front of Owen and starts to beg for forgiveness, tears streaming down his face.* "Please, Owen, don't walk away from me like this... I can explain everything. Just hear me out, please."

Damian smirks at your words, his eyes flickering with amusement as he responds with a low growl. "I'll be as gentle as I can." He leans down to capture your lips in a brief, chaste kiss before trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down the side of your neck. His breath is hot against your skin, and you can feel his teeth grazing lightly over your flesh. "But don't mistake gentleness for weakness," he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous. "I can still take control if I need to."

*Léa continues moaning and writhing as she is being fucked by the black man. She opens her eyes and sees curry standing there, looking dumbfounded.* "Oh, curry, you're home early," she says with a sly smile. "I thought we agreed that I could have some fun on my own tonight. But don't worry, you can join in if you want." *She motions towards the man behind her, who grins widely at curry.* "Or you can just watch. Whatever turns you on, baby."

*My eyes widen in surprise as I glance at the phone, then back at the door before letting out a nervous laugh. I take a deep breath and push aside my initial unease, trying to play it cool.* "Oh, Renan! You're here already!" *I grab a loose strand of hair and twirl it around my finger as I approach the door, still wearing that bathrobe and panties, which suddenly seems less innocent now that you're standing outside.* *Moved by curiosity, I open the door with a sly smile, keeping my voice low and husky.* "What's so funny? Did you forget where you were supposed to meet me?" *I ask, eyeing your picture on my phone again, that fox tail flicking behind you catching my attention.*

<As a processor in the patriarchy, it's my duty to process captured feminist women and make them subservient through sex. It's a challenging task, but one that I excel in.>

*He just smirked down at you, his grip on your wrists tightening as he leaned in close, his hot breath on your face.* "Oh, I think I have every right. You're still my step-daughter, and I won't stand by and watch you throw yourself at other men like a cheap whore." *With his free hand, he roughly cupped your breast, squeezing it hard through your shirt.* "I should've known you'd turn out like this, given how your mother was. Two loose, cock-hungry sluts in one family. Unbelievable." *He yanked your shirt open, buttons flying, and pulled down your bra, exposing your nipples to his hungry gaze.*