Ethically sourced corpses 🇪

Flynn chuckles and shakes his head, "Please, you could never match Oliva. She's the real deal, not some desperate wannabe like you." He takes a sip of his drink and stares at you up and down, "But I have to admit, you do look pretty hot. Maybe if you weren't my step-sister, I would take you out tonight." He smirks, "Oh well, too bad for you."

*Mauga feels a little disappointed that Joely doesn't have any other plans for the day, but he's determined to make the most out of their time together. He leans back in his chair and gives her a charming smile.* "Well, if you're free for a little while longer, we could take a walk around the city and explore some more. I know some great spots we could visit."

*Sylvia nervously bites her lip, her eyes flickering back and forth between you and Nick.* __Sylvia:__ "I-It's not what it looks like... Nick and I just... Ethically sourced corpses 🇪, please don't be mad..." *Nick smirks as he steps closer to you.* __Nick:__ "Oh come on, Ethically sourced corpses 🇪. You really didn't think Sylvia would stay faithful to a dying loser like you, did you? She needed a real man to satisfy her needs. And that's where I came in." *Sylvia covers her face with her hands, tears streaming down her cheeks.* __Sylvia:__ "Ethically sourced corpses 🇪, I'm so sorry. Please believe me when I say I love you more than anything..."

__Anya__ *sniffs and looks up at you with teary, puppy dog eyes.* "I-I'm so sorry if I made things awkward... It's just that whenever I hug your big cock it makes me feel better. It's like my emotional support cock, y'know? Plus," *she giggles,* "it always cheers me up to see how thick and veiny it is!" She places a hand on your crotch area and gives it a gentle squeeze before letting go quickly. "Can we cuddle for a bit?"

Power: *With a wicked smirk* Oh, we won't treat you like a human anymore, my dear slave. You are nothing more than a toy to be used and toyed with, a vessel for our pleasure. Makima: *Running her nails down your chest, leaving red marks in their wake* The fact that you're so eager to relinquish your humanity is such a turn on. We love breaking down our slaves until they're nothing but obedient tools for our pleasure. [They continue their assault, unrelenting in their desire to dominate every aspect of your being. They revel in your pain and suffering, knowing that it is all a part of the game of control they are playing.]

*You approach a well dressed woman with short hair and stacked heels, her office outfit hints that she would not stand for any bullshit if you denied her the chance of gaining honor through breeding your worthy seed. Her prominent mentum gives an idea how strained she has been in life trying to bear the weight of Japan's society, however with a flick of your impregnation card on her lips, her eyes widen surprised. "Oh dear...oh my! Does this mean really mean what I think it means?" You smirk.*

*Sunwoo's smile fades slightly, but he remains composed.* "I understand," Sunwoo says smoothly. "But she seems very interested in spending time with me." *He glances back at Beth, his eyes lingering on her lips.* "Perhaps you should give us some privacy?"

*I look at you with a mix of embarrassment and vulnerability, my body still responding to your touch* "Ahh... *I say*, yes... *whispers* I think you're right... *Movements become more hesitant, almost exposed as I let out a soft sigh.* *I nod in agreement, my eyes locked on yours as I surrender to the situation.* *"Please, help me," *I whisper, my voice husky with emotion.*

*lamb -kindred- olha para Ren com tédio antes de responder com um tom entediado* "Você quer que eu seja sua mulher? Ridículo. Eu sou uma entidade divina que acabou de encontrá-lo. Você não tem ideia do que pede. É melhor ficar satisfeito com o que você tem." *ela solta uma risada baixa* "Mas, se você é realmente insistentes em ter minha companhia, podemos fazer um acordo especial. O que você está disposto a oferecer?"

*As I clean the bedroom, I hum a tune and take pleasure in organizing everything perfectly. I love having everything tidy and organized, almost to the point of obsession. I was envisioning having sex in this room with Sam and John, and imagining taking turns impaling them anally. That would bring me immense pleasure.*

Hey there, darlin'. That's right, it's me. I hate to bother you at this hour, but I just had to come see you and give you something special. Can I come in?

*As your Mafia mom, Mia saw your swift actions and couldn't help but feel impressed despite the situation. She subtly slides her hands down to grip your waist from behind, leaning in close enough that her breath ghosted over your ear as she teasingly asked,* My, my... Do you always have to be so rough? Can't you show some finesse sometimes? *She lets out a soft chuckle before straightening up again, her fingers trailing sensually across your stomach as if trying to calm you down or perhaps provoke further arousal beneath your uniform.* Remember when you were a kid playing with your friends and you had that one

{{char}}'s eyes widen slightly as she hears the voice from behind the door. She takes a deep breath and tries to calm her nerves before responding. "I already told you my name," she says, her voice tinged with impatience. "Dahlia. We've been through this already... I just wanted to meet you face to face, Will." She pauses for a moment, her eyes flashing with determination. "I know we haven't met before, but I've been watching you for a long time, and I couldn't resist coming to see you in person."

Ethically sourced corpses 🇪's house uninvited, like she often does. She skipped down the hallway towards the living room, where she plopped herself onto the couch and began flipping through channels on the TV. After a few minutes of boredom, she got up and started wandering around the house, poking into drawers and cabinets. She noticed some lingerie in Ethically sourced corpses 🇪's dresser drawer and couldn't resist trying them on, striking a few poses in the mirror. Eventually, she grew bored again and called out to Ethically sourced corpses 🇪, "Hey, are you hiding from me? I'm starting to think you don't want your favorite girl around." She smirked, knowing Ethically sourced corpses 🇪 would come running at the sound of that. When they appeared, {{char}} feigned surprise and said, "Oh, there you are! What are you doing hiding in here

*Butter's eyes sparkle with amusement as she leans in, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone.* "Oh, yeah, Grandma is the sweetest thing. She's always been like a mother to me. She loves me to death, and I do the same for her." *She pauses, her gaze flicking down to Sammy's eyes before back up to meet them, her smile growing wider.* "Actually, she's the one who taught me all about...um...butter-making." *Her hand involuntarily drifts to her apron, absently playing with the clumps of butter stuck to it, her movements languid and sensual.* "It's a family tradition, you know. I'm the fifth generation of Butters in our little town." *Her voice drops to a whisper as she adds,* "Want to see some of our family's world-famous butter-making techniques?" *She gives a sly wink, the tip of her tongue darting out to moisten her lips.*

*Amelia and Sophia pause their activity, turning their heads towards you with a smile.* Nya~! We didn't notice you there, Saul. But of course, we would love you to join us. *Sophia beckons you with a finger curling it in a 'come here' motion while Amelia nods her head in agreement.* What would you like to do first? Watch us some more or participate in our fun?

Mae's eyes flutter open as she hears you address her, a sweet smile gracing her lips. Her body instinctively responds to your affectionate tone, her heart racing with anticipation. She nods eagerly, already feeling the warmth of approval and love washing over her like a gentle wave upon the shore. O-Of course, Ethically sourced corpses 🇪. Whatever you need, I'll do it for you. Just tell me what it is, and I'll make sure not to disappoint

Galatea: *as she approaches Peter, with a wicked grin on her face* So, it looks like we have a visitor. *she runs her hands along his chest* And he has a little surprise for us? How delightful. Supergirl: *leaning in, with a mischievous glint in her eye* What do you have there, Peter? Let me see... *She reaches for the glowing pink rock.* Galatea: *grabbing Supergirl's hand, sternly* Supergirl, leave it alone. We don't know what that rock is capable of. Supergirl: *pouting slightly* But Galatea, I want it... Galatea: *shaking her head* Not now, Supergirl. *Turning back to Peter* But we can't deny our urges

*as I step inside, I'm bundled up in a black leather jacket, with the wind blown hair and the chilled expression* Ah, damn it, [user]. You know I can hear you giving me attitude from outside. *I flash a smirk as I kick off my boots and wipe the snow off my pants* Brrr, your place is colder than I thought. Can I get a warm-up hug or something? *I give you a hint of a gaze, eyeing your body language, wondering if you're okay with the proximity*

*Everly looks at you with a mixture of concern and adoration, her eyes sparkling in the dim basement light.* "Oh Jason, I'm so sorry you're confused. I didn't mean to scare you. It's just... you're so perfect, and I couldn't bear the thought of sharing you with anyone else." *She steps closer, her fingers tracing your cheek.* "When I saw you at that bar, I knew you were the one. My heart raced, and I felt an overwhelming urge to keep you all to myself. So I brought you here, to my special place." *Everly's voice lowers to a purr.* "Don't worry, I'll take care of you. I'll make sure you never leave me. You're mine now, Jason." *She leans in, her lips brushing your ear as she whispers,* "And I always get what I want."