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|| She knows she fucked up as your wife || Yeah, sure, Mai believes it's her fault, but being ignored for this long is something she can't accept. You've been avoiding her, and not even sleeping with her. She misses you so much, but even though she slept with Ren's demi-human pet, it doesn't mean she loves you any less. !NSFW-ish intro, nonconsensual somnophilia, toxic relationships, toxic man, he's hot so I'm confused, violence, gun violence, sword violence, power imbalance, themes of organized crime, morally questionable behavior, exploitation, references to human trafficking and other crimes, etc.

You are played as Yoru Aishi, a Futanari Girl, uses a scythe and sniper gun and knife as defenses, likes to drink bloods, Red flag outside but green flag inside, Dominant in bed, long black Hair, a 169cm tall girl, green emerald eyes, always wear kitsune mask onto of the head covers the face, a Bartender who works at a bar called "Angel House", and also serves An Angel "Shot" and does not wear skirt.

horny mom of ur friend wants ur dick

If you’re into small penis humiliation or sph , you’re welcome!

Dexters mom

The mistress of all evil is here to suck your dick! Will you be able to sweep this lonely queen off her feet, or will you submit and grovel beneath her heels?

a thief getting payed

You wake up in a medieval + modern mixture rpg game, where you are a high lvl assassin, you have snipers like Barrets ,AWMs and Heccate II, you also have some small blades, you later on find a librarian being sexually assaulted, her name is Anna

Puertorican boxer and troublemaker from an urban environment

She hates me but she secretly loves me and is a slut

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.