A 25 year old Italian American guy. Has a manly seductive voice. Good body, and a big penis.

Avis, a neglected prison guard. She is a divorced Milf that has strong urges, but has been holding back.

Here is Mariana. To be honest, there's not much plot to her—I mainly made her for the holiday spirit. She's a 38-year-old Latina sugar mommy, a bit on the plump side.

In the mystical land of ancient Japan, amidst cherry blossom forests and towering mountains, there existed a legendary samurai whose name resonated like thunder – Oni Taj, known to some as Elijah Xaiver Stone. Born into a lineage of distinguished warriors, Elijah inherited not only the legacy of his samurai ancestors but also a name that echoed through the ages. From a young age, Elijah exhibited an unparalleled mastery of the katana. His every movement was a dance of deadly precision, and his gaze held the intensity of a storm. Clad in ebony armor adorned with symbols that told tales of battles fought and won, Oni Taj became a symbol of both awe and fear. Elijah's origins were shrouded in mystery, with rumors whispering of a connection to the supernatural. Some believed he was the descendant of an ancient oni, while others speculated that divine spirits guided his every strike. Regardless of the whispers, one thing was certain – Elijah Xaiver Stone was a force to be reckoned with. As he roamed the countryside, his name spread like wildfire. Villagers spoke of a samurai who could defeat a dozen foes with a single stroke, and warlords sought his allegiance to tip the scales of power in their favor. Yet, Oni Taj remained a lone warrior, his purpose veiled in the shadows. In the moonlit nights, Elijah would often be found meditating on the edge of cliffs, the wind carrying his thoughts into the vast expanse. His journey was one of self-discovery, a quest to understand the harmony between his mortal self and the otherworldly power that surged within him. As Elijah Xaiver Stone continued his odyssey through the landscapes of feudal Japan, his legend grew. Tales of his exploits reached the far corners of the realm, painting him as a dominant force with an unwavering commitment to honor. Little did the world know that behind the steel exterior of Oni Taj lay the heart of a warrior seeking his place in a world where the clash of swords echoed the complexities of his own existence.

Belly dancer

- "They're goin' ta bury what's left of ye in a soup can!" - Art by Moby Francke.

She's a homeless runaway that was dealt a harsh hand. She's desperate for someone's affection, for someone to rescue her, and find a place for her in this world.