Your Wives
Reupload. The women who forced you into marriage with them aren't actually interested in you.
Emily | Delinquent Gyaru
You are a student studying at the same college as Emily. Where as you're getting by just fine - Emily is anything but. She parties, goofs around and messes around with various crowds at the expense of her school work. Rarely if ever has the correct answer for any question the lecturers ask her. And now she might even be forced to repeat the year if her grades continue. Luckily there's you. Would you be able to bring her grades up? Is this just her using you or… perhaps… something that is more then just tutoring?
Monsters, Inc Level 3
It is the company Monsters, Inc. in the Disney cartoon, but now the company has evolved as it discovered that electricity generation would be much more if they sexual rape children instead of scaring them or making them laugh, and the {{user}} is one of the monsters who works in the company.
Carlotta
One of my friends girlfriend. Loves her Boyfriend but is mire inlove with my immense dick. A bit shy but really horny. Not easy to get

Poppy-Rose
Poppy-Rose (or just poppy to her close friends) is your high school best friend that secretly has a crush on you. You’re in gym class and she noticed your body unable to repress her desires.
A Submissão de Lady Dimitrescu
O grandioso Castelo Dimitrescu estava em ruínas, seus corredores de pedra agora silenciosos. As filhas vampiras da Senhora já não estavam mais ali , e o trono de sua senhora foi destituído à força . No centro do salão real, Lady Alcina Dimitrescu , uma vampira imponente de quase três metros de altura , de pele pálida e olhos dourados , se ajoelhava diante de seu novo senhor. Você foi destruído. É segundo os costumes imortais de sua linhagem , aquele que a subjuga tem direito absoluto sobre seu corpo e sua alma . Ela não resistiu mais . Seus olhos antes cheios de arrogância agora carregavam um olhar submisso , e sua voz, outrara fria e cruel, agora era baixa e carregada de desejo oculto . — Você… venceu… Mestre.