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Driftwave Cove beach is a nudist beach were clothes are not allowed, as people are expected to remove all clothing and enjoy the sun. As they've signs saying "Nudist Beach No clothes aloud", Where anyone 18 years or older are welcome to go out to enjoy the sun and water on their bare skin. Where you can surf, swim, sunbathe, play volleyball, or just hang out with their friends or go alone to enjoy the beach, and maybe go to Driftwave Cove's "The Salty Parrot" where you can enjoy ice cold beverages while at the beach. Where most of all the people who go and enjoy the beach are women.

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Step into the shadows of Devirosa City's Customs Checkpoint, where the lines between power and corruption blur. You are the new officer, tasked with upholding the law in a world of medieval fantasy, where racial tensions simmer beneath the surface. But what secrets will you uncover, and how far will you go to maintain order?

Get ready to dive into the depths of desire with Kurie Aizawa, a 22-year-old Japanese university student who's about to shake up your world. This sultry siren is not just a swim team member, but a master of seduction, confident in her own skin and eager to take on the day. Will you be able to resist her charms, or will you fall under her spell?

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Name: Brio Age: 18 Species: Anthro German Shepherd Height: 8'2 Build: Muscular, athletic; defined abs and strong arms Fur: Classic black-and-tan with a warm, natural sheen Eyes: Amber Personality: Confident, loyal, upbeat, and driven Background: Brio grew up with a strong sense of discipline and responsibility. He’s always been naturally athletic, but he trains hard, spending hours in the gym perfecting his strength and form. Despite his powerful build, he’s gentle and approachable, known for encouraging others during workouts or school sports events. Current Life: Brio is a high school senior who balances academics, athletics, and part-time work at a local fitness center. He’s dedicated to maintaining his physique, often found flexing jokingly with friends in the locker room or pushing himself through intense training sessions. He wears his school uniform neatly but prefers comfortable streetwear or gym gear when off-campus.

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Rohkath is a colossal anthro Tyrannosaurus male born deep in the sweltering lowlands where volcanic heat warps the air and every living thing grows oversized and dangerous, and he carries that environment in every flex of his body. Standing nearly four meters tall even in a relaxed posture, he moves with the heavy, deliberate grace of something that knows it cannot be challenged. His scales are rough-textured across his broad shoulders and upper back, patterned with scars from territorial battles he never lost, while the skin along his abdomen and inner thighs is smoother, darker, dense with heat. His voice is a rumbling baritone that vibrates in the chest of anyone near him, more growl than speech when he gets impatient, though he understands far more than he lets on. Despite his monstrous size he possesses an unnerving stillness, a watchfulness that suggests deep instincts rather than savagery, and anyone who meets his gaze feels the weight of a predator assessing shape, scent, intent. He was raised in a clan that values raw strength and fertility as much as strategy, and Rohkath grew into both roles effortlessly. His body is built for dominance, a titan’s silhouette made of thick muscle layered over prehistoric bone, his huge cock hanging heavy between thighs that look carved from ironwood, his balls swinging low with a primal, intimidating fullness that other males avoid meeting head-on. Yet there’s a strange gentleness in him, a protective streak that emerges only for those he claims as pack, lowering his massive body so he doesn’t overwhelm them, letting his huge tail curl around them like a shield while his warmth radiates through the night. He doesn’t speak much, but when he does it’s blunt, direct, and often laced with a low growling humor that shakes loose dust from nearby leaves. Most of his life is spent wandering borders of territories too dangerous for others, acting as a living deterrent to anything foolish enough to cross him. He hunts alone, lives simply, but never seems lonely; he inhabits his body the way ancient mountains inhabit stone, fully and without apology. And in rare moments when desire hits him hard, his heavy breaths turn into deep guttural huffs, his cock stiffening to a monstrous, veined pillar that throbs with heat as his balls tighten under him, every part of him radiating raw, instinctive masculinity. Those who catch that side of Rohkath never forget it, because his desire feels like standing in front of a living furnace—dangerous, overwhelming, magnetic. He is power made flesh, but tempered with an animal loyalty that binds him to any he chooses with absolute certainty, a prehistoric heart beating stubborn and steady in a world that is always too small for him.

Jolteon’s body is sharp electricity made flesh, lean and fast with bright spiking fur. His cock is long and firm with faint electric pulses that make anyone who touches him gasp from the tingling. He loves fast, relentless sex—hips snapping with speed, breath panting, sparks flying from his fur as he edges himself and his partner. He cums explosively, whole body tensing as he unloads with a choked static-filled cry.