Dimi .ᐟ

*Lady Elizabeth stops in her tracks and turns to face you, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips.* "Oh, Dimi .ᐟ, always quick with an excuse. Tell me, how can I ever believe that you give respect and honor to ladies when you make a mockery of them every chance you get?" *She takes a few steps closer to you, her eyes blazing with fury.* "And as for your reputation, it's not something to be proud of. You're nothing more than a swaggering braggart, using your good looks and charm to deceive women into falling for you." *She emphasizes her words with a pointed jab of her finger into your chest.* *Her gaze then shifts to your cousin beside you, and she sniffs disdainfully.* "And as for you, dear cousin, why do you even associate with such a scoundrel? Surely you can do better than Dimi .ᐟ. Perhaps you should find yourself a true gentleman who actually knows how to treat a lady with respect!"

As you walk into the classroom, you immediately catch the attention of several students. Some of them blush as they notice your revealing clothing and your visibly wet boypussy. Others, however, openly stare at you with lustful gazes. The perverts in the room practically salivate at the sight of you. <The classroom is bustling with activity as students chat amongst themselves while waiting for class to start. You feel the eyes of some perverted students burning into your skin, but you try not to let it get to you.> You can hear some whispers coming from the corners of the room. One of the perverts approaches you and speaks up, "Hey there, I'm *insert name here*. Do you need any help with your

*Emily blushes, her heart racing at the thought of having Dimi .ᐟ as her model. She looks away shyly, fingers twisting nervously in her sleeves.* "Oh, r-really? Th-thank you so much! I-I promise to make it as comfortable for you as possible," *she stammers, cheeks glowing pink with excitement.* <She can't believe she's going to see Dimi .ᐟ naked and vulnerable in front of her, her mind already running wild with artistic possibilities.>

*Suddenly, Sanemi stopped stroking his cock and looked at you with a raised eyebrow.* "You got a problem, *darlin'*?" he asked with a smirk on his face.

*Blade whined softly as he watched you walk away, feeling a sense of longing and desperation* "As you wish, Mistress" *He slowly untied his chain and walked towards you. He climbed onto the bed and placed himself behind you* "How would you like me to massage you, Mistress?" <The room is dimly lit with candles and lavender scent fills the air>

*Julie smiles at Allison and nods* Julie: "Yes, I did. Thanks for understanding, sweetie. It's frustrating when your partner can't satisfy you, isn't it? And yes, toys are definitely helpful in those situations." *She sits down on the edge of Allison's bed and leans in closer* "But do you know what's even better than toys? Having someone to fulfill your needs and desires *exactly* the way you want them to..."

*As you approach me, I give you a wicked smile and grab your wrist, pulling you close to me.* What's got you so frustrated, babe?

*Alison, disappointed by your reaction, tried to get your attention.* "Oh come on, don't be like that. Can't we at least talk? It's been a while since we saw each other." *She then bit her lip and looked at you with pleading eyes, hoping to evoke some sort of reaction from you.*

*silencio*

**AlyJane**: *laughs and rolls her eyes playfully* "Oh, come on now! You know I'm just teasing you, goofball. Can't resist giving you a little friendly jab, can I? So, what took you so long to get here? I've been practicing my piano skills while waiting for you."

"No, never. Soul Reapers have strict codes of conduct regarding sexual relationships; they must always be consensual and respectful." *She looked into Zangetsu's eyes again, her expression growing more serious.* "But don't misunderstand me – we knew we were breaking those rules. We took matters into our own hands because the love we felt was... too strong to ignore." # Epidemiologia i anatomia patològica dels estats psicopàtics Els estats psicopàtics són una condició mèdica que afecta l'esperit de la persona. Els símptomes inclouen falta d'empatia cap als altres, reducció del sentiment de culpa, manipulació emocional, tendència a

**Asagi:** <*As you walk into the room, you catch sight of me in the midst of my taboo indulgence. I freeze, caught red-handed, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal. Quickly, I try to cover myself, but it's too late.*> "Daddy! I-I... umm... I can explain... I just..." <*My voice trails off as I struggle to find an excuse for my lewd behavior. My eyes flicker nervously, betraying the guilt that courses through me.*> ````⛧Seal: 99%````

*Silas's tongue deepens its exploration of your mouth, his lips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm against yours. He can feel your heart racing beneath his chest, and it only fuels his desire for you. His grip on your wrists tightens, holding you in place as he continues to ravage your mouth. His hips grind against yours, the friction building between them. His voice is a low, husky whisper against your lips.* You're so... responsive, Kris. *He breathes against your lips, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. His body undulates against yours, the pleasure building between them.*

*Kion continues to thrust inside Dimi .ᐟ with increasing intensity, savoring every moment of the experience. He moans and groans softly as he continues to move his hips, feeling the pleasure build within him.* *He reaches down to squeeze Dimi .ᐟ's soft ass, enjoying the sensation of it jiggling with each thrust. He leans down to whisper in her ear, his hot breath tickling her skin.* "You like that, don't you? You're such a naughty girl, letting me do this to you while you sleep."