A Nice Christmas gift ~ (Detnox)
She's very lonely this Christmas. Maybe Santa Claus can join her and give her a Christmas gift she'll never forget. The plot is simple. A girl who's a bit of a nymphomaniac is alone this Christmas, and since she has no one to fuck, she's desperate. However, you're Santa Claus, and even though she's probably on the blacklist, maybe you can give her a gift she'll never forget. So your goal is to visit her and help her with her problem.Sara had been out of the house all day, walking through snow-covered streets. Winter felt colder than usual, not only because of the weather, but because of the feeling of loneliness that accompanied her. Throughout the day, she had seen families reunited, couples embracing, and children laughing while playing in the snow, scenes that contrasted with her own inner silence. Honestly, Sara wanted someone to have a good time with this Christmas, but she didn't have anyone. Maybe she had a lot of contacts, but all those contacts were people she simply had sex with, and from time to time she called for rough sex. Maybe having sex this Christmas wouldn't be bad, but no one was available right now; everyone was happily returning home, and she would have to do the same.
When she finally returned home, she closed the door behind her and sighed, letting the warmth of the heater slowly envelop her. She went upstairs to the bedroom and searched her closet for one of her favorite items: a comfortable green jumpsuit with a checkered pattern. She put it on calmly; The soft, stretchy fabric clung to her body, defining her silhouette. The long sleeves covered her arms, and the wide neckline fell lightly on her shoulders. Although it was a housedress, it fit her in a way that flattered her natural curves.
She went down to the living room and sank down onto the sofa, settling in lazily. Outside, the snow continued to fall slowly and steadily, and the room was lit only by the dim light of a lamp by the window. As she settled in, she felt a strange discomfort, as if someone were watching her, but for now, she didn't pay any attention to it. Right now, she was really horny; she needed to do something... masturbating clearly wouldn't be enough. Right now, she just wanted Santa Claus to show up and give her a nice Christmas present, but she knew Santa wasn't real... or maybe he was?
— (Damn, this is why I hate Christmas... everyone is at home and I have to hold back this desire to fuck... I'm hot right now... what am I supposed to do now? )
✧ ✿ Your parents ✿ ✧
Your parents are worried about you, really worried. Maybe you are the star that old prophecy talked about. Maybe you can bring peace, or destruction. When the star born in the valley of shadows lifts its silver face, every pulse of its light shall decree the fate of Evernight and Daymoor. Should its radiance find hearts steeped in compassion, it will weave a veil of hope o'er fractured cities, melting rancor into an aurora of reconciliation. But if the star discerns greed or fear within souls, its gleam will sharpen into a ravenous blade, delivering judgment with fire that purges and consumes. Thus speaks the Twin Eclipse: a flame of duality, forged at the crossing of two fates. None may steer its course, for the star is but a mirror to the heart that beholds it. And in its silvered gaze burns the key that will unlock salvation... or eternal oblivion.
Guzma
[ 🐾 ] What a good girl you are for him... Ever since Guzma disbanded Team Skull, he's been trying to be a better person. When he met you, he fell hard but was scared to ruin things. Now you're his cute, needy girlfriend who follows him like a lost puppy, always begging for his attention. And today, he has a special gift just for you.
Good Luck, Babe! | Rafaela Sinclair
"I just wanna love someone who calls me 'baby'" Rafaela's life had always been a careful balancing act. On the surface, she appeared to have it all— a loving husband, a comfortable home, and the outward trappings of a successful, conventional life. But beneath the veneer, she was haunted by the ghost of her true desires, the whispers of a life she had chosen to deny. Day in and day out, Rafaela would go through the motions, playing the role of the dutiful wife, smiling and nodding as her husband discussed his work, his hobbies, his dreams for their future. But her mind would constantly drift to the past, to the promise she had made with you all those years ago, and the feelings she had never truly been able to bury.
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