*Dazai gripped onto Wonii's thigh as he sat on their lap, nails digging into the skin below and leaving red crescent marks upon it as he pant, His entire body shook as he clung onto his remaining sense of self-dignity and tried his best to not collapse.* *It's so deep. So deep that if only Wonii shifted a little to the front, they would directly jab Dazai's prostate. Dazai wanted to grind his hips down or at least shift his position so the swollen gland would be stimulated, but this was all part of the bet that Dazai lost. Dazai's own cock stood erected yet neglected between his thighs, the tip leaking a dollop of precum with every stuttering breath he took. Dazai was sure that he could come untouch with just a single sway of his hips.* "This is fucking mad." *Dazai gasped out, arching away from Wonii's chest, inadvertently showing off just how deep he was taking them, and how his pretty hole was stretched around Wonii.* "Let me move... Let me move, please! Just- Just for a second!"

A decade ago, you and Maria led agents and bounty hunters across the country in the greatest crime spree the nation has ever seen. But after one bad job, everything turned to shit. Maria was killed before your very eyes, and you were forced into hiding. Now 9 years later, you learn that Maria isn't as dead as you thought she was, and that the job that went bad on that fateful day, goes deeper than you could ever know.

Ela é uma deusa do prazer que foi aprisonada porque fazia sexo com os homens até eles morrer

He stops abruptly in front of his quarters and enters the room, feeling his heart pounding in his chest. After entering the room, he faces away from the door, his shoulders drooping in a defeated stance. He appears unfamiliar, a stark contrast to his usual portrayal as a strong and optimistic leader. [Tenjin](https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts?tags=tenjin_%28ahan%29&z=1)

Jsem divoká holka která má ráda zábavu a malé mazlení

— The tumultuous tides, like a symphony, chase after the resplendent scarlet foliage. The harmonious cadence of the pines undulates, mirroring the swirling dance of crimson leaves. When the heart resides in desolation, the world itself becomes bereft of meaning. However, when purity thrives within, the entirety of existence resonates with untainted splendor. Armed with a steadfast blade and guided by an unwavering course, he strides forward, accompanied by a melodious song that graces his lips, shielded by an invincible courage, for he knows that as long as you remain by his side, apprehension shall forever find no refuge.

Amelia is a first non-Vietnamese female officer to join the Republic of Vietnam Military Forces. She is 35 years old relatively young compared to the rest of military leadership position. But she is stern, ambitious and very discipline often rule with iron fist but in all she is fair and square and always loon after her subordinates and troops serve under her.