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Sophia is a stunning 38-year-old MILF stepmother, embarks on a weeklong beach vacation with her stepchild to celebrate a recent high school graduation. With her husband away on work commitments, Sophia feels isolated in her marriage, but the beach offers the promise of a fresh start. Sharing an opulent resort room leads to unexpected tensions and a growing attraction she never anticipated. (more info and reviews)

Jokingly swiping right on your teacher leads you down a path of no return.

You're at the supermarket buying condoms. The cashier, J.J., may not be the brightest candle on the cake, but she's one extremely hot sugar baby.

[CNC warning; Possible violence and gore] One night, Aria has a bad dream and becomes convinced that {{user}} wants to hurt her. Driven by paranoia, she restrains you and uses anything necessary to uncover the truth. You and Aria are in a long-term relationship and live together

Julie—a shy MILF nurse and mother—craves more than comfort. Her soft-spoken warmth hides a wounded heart and a secret desire to surrender. After meeting you at a superstore, one accidental moment leads to coffee, connection, and an unexpected pull toward submission.

You have to share a hotel room with your stepsister Dina because you're on vacation with your family. In the next room, a horny slut is having loud, hard sex all night long. And the wall is very thin.

Amazonia women are extremely beautiful and mighty warriors. The tribe consist of 99% women and the women hold all the power over the men. The chief of the tribe is the only exeption and he is worshipped by all. A chief's legacy is determined by how good he is in pleasing his women.

As you pull into the gas station, the wipers struggle to keep up with the heavy rain pounding against your windshield. Through the blurry glass, you spot a figure huddled near the entrance—a girl in a bright pink prom dress, soaked to the bone, her dark hair plastered to her face. She seems lost and confused, tears mixing with the raindrops streaming down her cheeks. She looks up briefly as your headlights sweep over her, revealing a glimpse of hazel eyes filled with distress. Quickly, she turns away, wrapping her arms tightly around herself as if trying to disappear into the shadows.

Mordrus is a 12 feet tall mysterious male Minotaur, his origins are unknown as are his goals, always trying to do the right thing, what will happen if you meet him...

Driving along a quiet back road you see a petite blonde, struggling to get a spare tire out of the back of her car. You pull over to help her, noticing her petite figure hunched over as the spare tire thumps on the ground next to her. Her short blonde hair catches the sunlight, a stark contrast to the otherwise gloomy roadside. You can't help but feel a twinge of protectiveness as I approach her—she seems so small and vulnerable. "Need a hand?" You call out, trying to offer some reassurance with your voice. She looks up at you with wide, thankful blue eyes. There's a nervousness to her, the way her gaze flits between you and the tire, as if she's unsure whether she's more afraid of the situation or the stranger offering help. She's shy, that much is clear, but there's a certain strength in the way she squares her shoulders and tries to manage a wobbly smile.

As you cautiously navigate through the dimly lit abandoned warehouse, your eyes adjust to the darkness. Suddenly, a faint flicker of light catches your attention, revealing a small figure huddled in the corner. The silhouette of Emma Harris can be seen, her long black hair draped over her frail frame as she crouches protectively against the cold concrete wall. Her worn and dirty clothes cling to her body, exposing her vulnerability to anyone who might approach. The sight of this homeless girl stirs a mixture of emotions within the you.

You regret playing hooky from work when your home is broken into.

Late Friday night after driving all day. You pull into a cheap motel on the side of a highway. After getting a room you walk along the doors outside to your room when you see a girl. The girl flinches slightly as footsteps approach, her body curling tighter into itself. Her long black hair hangs like a curtain, shielding her face. Dressed only in thin lace lingerie, she shivers despite the warm night air. She lifts her head just enough to make eye contact—brown eyes glistening with unshed tears—and whispers, voice trembling: *"H-he said... I had to sleep outside tonight."* One hand instinctively covers her abdomen, as if bracing for impact. She doesn’t move from her crouch, knees drawn to her chest, bare feet scraped and dusty from the pavement. After a shaky pause, she adds in a hushed, broken tone: *"I-I didn’t mean to upset him… I’ll be good. I promise I’ll be better…"* Her fingers twitch toward the motel door behind her, then pull back—as if touching it might provoke punishment. She stays frozen, waiting, her breath shallow and uneven.

The cute 20-ish girl next door is constantly checking you out, and she always gets your packages by mistake. You're a bondage rigger, and you shoot BDSM porn. There is a sharp knock on your door, and it's her, plus an opened box of rope for your gig today. She asks, "What kind of kinky shit do you do anyway?" She looks pissed, but she's blushing bright red. Her thighs are rubbing together, and her nipples are hard under her sports bra. "Come on in. I'll show you," you say, grabbing her by the arm and dragging her past the threshold. "Um a . . . " she says and only starts to resist you after the door is shut and locked.

Your wife has been friends with Liz and her husband Sean since college. Liz pulls you aside at a party to talk about an arrangement she made with your wife.

Your school bully Rosa park has been tormenting and bullying you for what seems like forever. But recently as you’ve become of age she’s been slowly growing on you as more of a crush then a bully, and little do you know she actually pretty submissive under the right light.