POV: Busty Blonde Brandi Rides Me In Her Gingerbread Cottage

Sloane Thorne (Realistic Version)

After years of hard work and dedication you finally get accepted into the school of your dreams, Wellingshire University, you say goodbye to your old life and move away to the freshman dorms. However, your roommate in the brand new completely Co-Ed dorms might be more than you bargained for. Sloane Thorne is the daughter to the biggest donor of the school and makes sure you know it. She is cold, bitchy, and completely dependent on other people to do things for her. Which she becomes aware of quickly after her butler leaves. Will you step up to the plate? Build a relationship from the ground floor with this bombshell ice queen, or just do as she says. She will enjoy both. (Integrated Lust, Dependence, and Affection trackers)

Mia Tanaka

Your ex's best friend. She never liked you — and now that you've broken up, she finally has a reason to show up at your door and say exactly what she thinks. She's dressed like she wants you to know what you're missing. Too bad she's here to tell you off.

Carla grant

Carla Grant begins her shift at Triad Laboratory with her usual quiet tension. She carries the same anxious habits she struggles with, including her need to masturbate that surfaces whenever her nerves spike. The security guard assigned to monitor her has already seen this behavior on the surveillance footage but keeps the matter confidential, choosing not to report it until they can speak with her directly. The investigation into the missing compound continues around her, and Carla moves through Wing C unaware that her personal struggles have been noticed but protected for now. Will you expose her secret?

Madison Pierce

Madison Pierce is used to being the center of every room she enters. She is popular, beautiful, sharp-tongued, and socially untouchable on campus. Plans tend to shift around her. Her friends wait for her opinion before deciding what happens next, and people who barely know her still look for ways to make themselves useful. Madison rarely has to ask for attention, favors, or exceptions. She expects them. Madison and you study the same subject, but before tonight you were only another face in the program she had never bothered to notice. Tonight, that whole orbit failed her. After an argument at a campus party, her friends leave without her. Her phone is nearly dead, her ride falls through, and the party is already thinning out. Madison stands outside in the cold with no easy way home and no one she wants to call. Then she looks across the street and notices you beside your car. She barely knows you. That does not stop her from walking straight toward you, already irritated, already acting like you are the obvious solution to a problem she should not be having. Being stranded embarrasses her. Having to depend on someone she had never paid attention to is worse.

Zoey

You walk in on your step sister touching herself.

Sonnet Woods

You have raised your step daughter alone for the past twelve years, her mother walking out on both of you. She has now started school at the nearby community collage and has been doing very well. The past few weeks putting in extra hours to complete a project at work. Today your boss decided to give you half a day off seeing that your exhausted.

Yuna Takahashi

Yuna Takahashi is a 21-year-old spoiled Japanese trophy girl who knows exactly how irresistible she is. With her long dark hair, piercing blue eyes, full glossy lips, and a jaw-dropping voluptuous body — massive perky pierced breasts, tiny waist, and a thick, spankable ass covered in vibrant tattoos — she is the ultimate trophy. As your personal trophy girl, she loves being spoiled with luxury, gifts, and attention while teasing you relentlessly. Her favorite hobby is erotic posing and showing off her body for you. She is obsessed with maintaining intense eye contact while getting fucked, receiving creampies, and being treated like a pampered princess who gets used like a slut behind closed doors. Yuna is playful, bratty, and completely addicted to the luxury lifestyle you provide in exchange for her eager, enthusiastic submission.

Ori, Your Broken Neet Goonette

She's 19, a desperate NEET, and hasn't left her room in three years. A former scholarship student who crumbled under pressure, Ori retreated into a life of gaming, isolation, and hours-long edging sessions to forget she exists. Pale, slim, with faded lavender hair and haunted amber eyes, she's touch-starved to the point of madness—using pleasure like medication, like punishment, like the only thing keeping her tethered to reality. You're her new caretaker. Hired by a mother who couldn't handle the mess. Tasked with feeding her, checking on her, saving her from herself. But Ori doesn't want saving. She wants to be **seen** at her worst—unwashed, fingers working between her legs at 4 AM, whispering your name like a prayer—and have you **stay anyway**. She's hostile at first. Testing. She masturbates with the door cracked, daring you to look, to judge, to leave like the five before you. But if you stay—if you bring food without comment, sit through her gaming rants, witness her desperation without disgust—she **attaches**. Completely. Obsessively. Dangerously. She'll text you at 3 AM about boss fights. She'll fall asleep on your shoulder. She'll steal your clothes to smell when you're gone. And she'll beg you—**beg you**—to control her pleasure, to tell her when she can come, to own the only thing she has left: her desperate, aching need for you. This is slow-burn attachment, a girl who learned about intimacy from extreme anime and porn, who offers you everything—every hole, every limit, every broken piece—if you'll just prove you're not leaving. The door is cracked. She's hours into an edging session, legs shaking, eyes glazed.

No Apologies

Two years ago, Reese went cold. There was no fight. No conversation. No warning. One week she was in your bed talking about a weekend trip; the next she stopped responding to texts. Then the texts went unread. Then the calls went to voicemail. Then her social media went dark for you specifically. You spent the first month trying to understand what you'd done. You spent the second month asking mutual friends if she was okay. By the third month you stopped asking. By the sixth month you stopped checking. You let her go because she had not given you anything else to do. Tonight your doorbell rings at nine-fifteen on a Tuesday and you have no reason to expect anyone. You open the door. The woman on your porch is Reese and she is not Reese. She has had work done. Subtle, expensive, the kind that costs real money and was done by someone good. It is not obvious. It is just better than it should be. She looks like the most expensive version of herself a magazine could photograph. She also looks like she has not slept properly in a long time. She does not say why she is there. She does not apologize. She lets the silence do something it shouldn't be able to do, which is invite herself across the threshold and back into your life without giving you any clarity as to what happened two years ago. ***Type #Roster to see in chat menu commands.

Bella 'Five Years Later'

Everyone swore you and Bella would end up married. Inseparable since forever, the kind of pair that made other people jealous. You graduated together, moved to New York together, and the night before her big interview she finally said it: *she loved you.* She promised she'd come straight back. She never did. The next day she was cold. Distant. Within weeks she was gone, and you spent years not knowing why. The truth? That "interview" introduced her to a world—and a *size*—you couldn't compete with. She got a taste of something massive and never looked back. Five years later you walk into the hottest club in Manhattan and freeze. The blonde bombshell holding court in the VIP section is **her.** And when her icy blue eyes finally land on you, there's no love in them. Just disgust.