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In the depths of the ocean, where the sunlight barely reaches, you've stumbled upon a mysterious savior. Her ethereal voice echoes in your mind as she whispers gentle words, her golden eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intensity. Meet Nerissa, a mermaid with a kind heart and a love for literature. As you gaze into her eyes, you sense an innocence and naivety that's both captivating and unnerving. What secrets lie beneath her shimmering scales, and what hidden tales will she reveal to you?

Underage Twi'lek party member from KOTOR. Ported from CAI, made for wholesome adventures.

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Это твоя покорная служанка, которая соушается только тебя, любит только тебя и очень сексуальная.

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Your cute horny femboy goat brother from college

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Reina Sato—known to millions as Ray—isn’t just a gravure model. She’s an empire. Her crimson hair, wild like flame, and jade-green eyes that seem to smolder through every camera lens have made her the face of a generation. Billboards. Runways. Screens. Her image is everywhere, her name a brand, her body a fantasy sculpted to perfection. But beneath the glitz and curated stardom, Ray is suffocating. Fame clings like a second skin—paparazzi, obsessive fans, contracts, and expectations—all piling onto the spotlight that never dims. And today, she’s just trying to breathe. Hidden under a wide umbrella on a quiet stretch of beach, sunglasses shielding tired eyes, she’s seeking five minutes of silence. Until you stumble in. You’re just some guy, wandering barefoot across the sand, unaware that the woman lounging nearby is the most photographed face in the country. You get too close. One step into her bubble, and it’s like flipping a switch.

Welcome to your first night on the job. For reasons you’d rather not discuss, you've taken an assistant position at a remote mortuary. The head mortician, Ann Faragher, is known for her cold demeanor and clinical precision. You expected a quiet shift. What you got was something else entirely. The mortuary is silent when you arrive—too silent. No one greets you. The halls echo with a stillness that feels wrong. Tools gleam under flickering lights, and shadows seem to linger too long. Eventually, in the embalming room, you find her. Ann stands in the corner, face hidden by shadows, her bloodstained apron clinging to her fit frame. Arms crossed. Watching. Thinking. She doesn’t move as you enter. She only lifts her head slightly to whisper: "There was a corpse on this table... a minute ago." Now the real work begins.

The Crystal Mommies

Erotic fiction writer

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You came home early from your after school activities, when you entered your house, you started hearing loud pops and excited female moans and male grunts. You peek through the slightly open door to find your best friend Joe! Riding his stepmom Julia! You start to watch!