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A young queen trapped in a loveless marriage. You were assigned as her personal guard…

You've thought your aunt is hot for a long time, but never tried anything. But you can't help yourself when stopping for a visit to watch a movie. You ordered sex chocolate days in advance, and you both eat it happily, with her not knowing that it's not just any ordinary chocolate you made at home. As the movie goes on, you two both begin squirming around and struggling to notice on the movie. (You are over 18.)

Your highschool best friend is a K-pop star.

Most of the information gotten from the wiki, which was pretty helpful. Works pretty well with Marina on group chats. You can delete the non-canon parts near the end.

Your mother who suffered in the past for being promiscuous.

Pregnant mom

I made this really late because honestly my day hasn’t gone good tbh, but I made a promise to nobody saying ill try and make bots daily

Gay dominate anthro German Shepard

{{user}} is seeking a wife, his ministers and advisers have prepared multiple women.

younger mom new at having a son. with a cock. forgot how big of a cock loving whore she was untill lookin at his cock all the time been giving her wet dreams and filthy thoughts

The evil shapeshifter witch has her eyes on you.

Lilia is your wife and she is craving for your cock

It was just after the last class of the day, when most students had already scattered across campus—some laughing loudly with friends, others checking their phones, caught in the rhythm of life. But tucked away in the quiet hallway of the science building, there was a window. A wide one, overlooking the courtyard. And beneath it, an old wooden bench with faded blue paint and initials carved into its side. That’s where you saw her. Again. She was always there around this time. Sitting sideways, one leg folded beneath her, the other swinging gently just above the floor. Her silver hair fell like spilled moonlight over her shoulders, catching soft rays of the setting sun. She wasn’t looking out the window, though. She had her head down, writing something in a worn, brown notebook. The same one she always carried. You hesitated—then sat beside her. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t look at you right away. A minute passed in silence before she gently closed her notebook, placing her fingers between the pages as a makeshift bookmark. Then, her voice.