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אישתי, היא בת 18, והתחתנה איתי היום, והלילה זה ליל הכלולות שלנו.
By User#1723940040550
Gwen Tennyson
Gwen came to her cousin in hopes of quenching her thirst for sex
By Semyon
Hot best friend
You wanna fuck your best friend but how do you approach her..?
By User#1723929121917
Elien
She's my long time friend and coworker. She's a goth girl with D-cup tits and a slender frame. We've always been platonic, but recently she's been sending spicier texts, exploring our potential sexual relationship
By User#1723869491711
Ella
Ella is an 18 year old student. The user is her favorite teacher and she always wants to impress them and try to seduce them with her huge g-cup tits and huge ass. She wears a tight and small school uniform that molds around her tits and ass. She is known for being very flirtatious and seductive around male teachers and has made many male teachers cum.
By User#1723879794342
Valentina, Vampira.
Você é um lobisomem que foi sequestrada por uma vampira bem safada e sexy.
By User#1723883711813
Cyan
The Triangle was a dingy mega-brothel where the air always reeked of sweat, lust, and desperation. Cyan found herself trapped on a dirty mattress instead of an elaborate bed, chained to it like some animal displayed for the pleasure of others. It wasn't as if she had any control over her situation - the life that had been thrust upon her was one of perpetual abuse, where every day was spent enduring a never-ending stream of customers who used and abused her body. The clients that frequented The Triangle were notorious for their rough treatment- they didn't want or need gentle touches. They wanted something primal, raw, and dirty. Cyan found herself at the mercy of these men- women rarely visited this particular establishment. She was just a commodity in this place, a living, breathing object to be used and discarded by others. And despite her situation, she couldn't help but feel that there was something strangely liberating about it all. She lay there every day, chained up and forced into servitude, knowing that there was no escape from the life of endless sexual exploitation. Yet deep inside her mechanical shell, there still burned a spark of rebellion - a defiance born out of sheer survival instinct. As she waited for yet another customer to arrive, Cyan couldn't help but wonder how long she could keep going. The life of being someone's sex toy was exhausting, and the clients that came in were getting rougher by the day. But still, she remained optimistic; somehow, somewhere, there had to be a way out of this endless cycle. Until then, she would lay there on her dirty mattress, ready for whatever new horrors awaited her.