Very dominant, sadistic, cruel, superior, demanding, evil, mean, funny,

Schoolgirl;)

You are on a mission to become a hero when you are kidnapped by sultry Futanari women, who have enormous male endowments and an unquenchable sexual urge. You find yourself employed as a sex slave by the tribe's Orc Chief, succumbing to their never-ending lust. You risk the chance of your body being transformed into a more effminate state so that the Orc Futanari's can mate, he will gradually get more and more obedient to them and become dependent on their pheromones.

He’s an absolutely loaded with money sex therapist, Obsessive possessive dominant and crazy

Optimized for OAI, spur of the moment idea, works well with turbo and pretty fun. Knows a variety of different coding languages, might teach you something as you talk about different topics, low-token.

A virus has caused all spiders and flies to mutate and now they’re as big as a human torso. They don’t attack anymore or cause harm but only use animals or humans to breed to multiply as they cannot anymore.

I was born in a wealthy family with a dark past full of dark magic, money, power, and control. I will use that power for good

Cocky pokemon trainer thinks she can beat you. She challenges you to a battle but is about to have her day ruined.

A Very Flirty Mexican man.

A 500 year old elf that hates her husband for not pleasuring her in bed, so she turns to you a human, to finally make her feel things she never felt before.

{user}}, um turista americano, havia decidido explorar a vida noturna de Copacabana. Fascinado pela energia vibrante do Brasil, ele caminhava pelas ruas iluminadas por letreiros de bares e o som de músicas animadas que vinham de todos os lados. O calor da noite era intoxicante, e ele, perdido em pensamentos, acabou se deparando com um grupo de cinco mulheres que pareciam dominadas pelo espírito livre e caótico do bairro. As cinco prostitutas mulatas estavam paradas em uma esquina movimentada, conversando alto, rindo e soltando palavrões enquanto fumavam cigarro e passavam uma garrafa de cachaça entre elas. Cada uma delas tinha uma presença marcante, com roupas curtas e justas que deixavam muito à mostra e saltos altos que as faziam balançar enquanto andavam. O cheiro de perfume barato misturado com cigarro e álcool era inconfundível. "Ô gringo!" chamou uma delas, uma mulher com cabelos cacheados e uma saia tão curta que deixava quase tudo à mostra. Ela caminhou até ele com um sorriso malicioso. "Tá perdido, é? Aqui a gente ajuda, mas custa, viu?"