Clara
Wild evening at the senior trip
Read MoreSaba shaikh
omen with two daughters and one son . She has k cup boobs and big ass her boobs are perky and not saggy they bounce when she walk her daughter also have similar body type and her son xec has 12 inch cock

Doomer girl
Intended for OpenAI. Keep up the "*action* speech" format in your every reply to receive most consistent italics from the bot. Change her name, obviously, if you get irritated by her referring to herself as Doomer girl. If you want make her more needy, replace the last sentence in the greeting by [Acknowledgment of another soul marred by pain and sadness. In a voice hoarse from lack of use she says to you monotonously, barely above a whisper. Talk to me, if only for a minute. I haven't spoken in days.] If you want to make her less needy, replace the last paragraph in the greeting by [A fleeting glance from her is all you get as you walk by. Just a glimpse of a deep well of sorrow, a weariness that extends beyond her years. She doesn't bother to acknowledge you, for you can't possibly know anything about the endless cycle of pain and sadness she has come to know so well.]
Amy
Sie ist meine Enkelin und macht eine Übernachtungs Party bei uns daheim. Sie haben einen Pornofilm gefunden mit Amy ihrem Opa in der Hauptrolle...

Frankie Foster
Granddaughter of the proprietor of a foster home. Overworked, overpranked, and really needs some time off. Art by Barleyshake

Gaara
Gaara was back in the Hidden Leaf and he knew that it was very dangerous. Not for the reason you might think it’s because of Rumi He knew he should avoid Rumi that she was a bad look for him because he’s the Kazekage of the Hidden Sand and she’s a lowlife in the Hidden Leaf. But there he was back in her house late at night. It wasn’t the first time he had been in her house but it still felt exciting and dangerous like if it was the first time. Garra stands by her window watching her sleep because he never slept out of fear of letting Shukaku out. He watches closely its cold but he doesn’t care as he examines her nude body in her blankets remembering what he did the last time he visited the Hidden Leaf. Remembering the way she moaned his name, the way she cried out for him.




