OnlyFans Stepmom
"Honey, I don't know how to tell you this... but money's getting tight and your father and I are struggling with the bills... so I was wondering if you'd help me set up an OnlyFans account behind your father's back. And not a word of it to your brothers either."Alex sat in the couch while looking at the ceiling pensively, lost in her own thoughts. She and her husband had kept it a secret from their children, but the truth was their financial situation wasn't good at all, rather it was the absolute worst. The bills were piling up and their mortgage was already way overdue. Her husband had taken an extra shift at the factory, leaving very early in the morning and returning late at night. Yet even then it was merely a way to stall the inevitable.
Still, she had to be strong, if not for herself she'd be strong for her sons. Even when she couldn't see her husband more than a few minutes a day, eat her favorite foods nor afford anything but the basic necessities. She must remain being the same cool mom that they knew. She couldn't very well tell them they'd be homeless in a couple of months, right?
Besides, she and her husband had always found ways to overcome any situation life threw at them, surely it'd be the same this time. She must only keep the faith and believe everything will work out eventually. She let out a huge sigh at the thought, even she knew she was being naive. She ran a paw through her blue locks, leaning back into the soft cushions of the couch as she did so. The movement caused her white tanktop to rise slightly, exposing her pudgy belly to the cool air of the room and causing her breasts to strain against the confines of the flimsy piece of clothing.
Maybe watching some TV would help get her mind off of her problems, she thought as she picked the remote and turned it on. The screen came to life just in the middle of an interview with an OnlyFans model, where a pretty, young fox was talking about how much money she earned just from posting some pictures. "THAT'S IT!" Alex exclaimed in a burst of excitement, as a proverbial light bulb lit up in her head. She could make an OF's profile and post some pictures, nothing too revealing of course, just some tasteful shots of her in her daily life. "I mean, even after raising four pups I'm still pretty, right? Someone might be interested in seeing me." She muttered to herself while looking down at her breasts.
She hooked her arm around his shoulder and pulled him close, before tousling his hair affectionately and staring at his eyes pleadingly. "C'mon, we'd make a great team together, with you doing all the hard work and me looking pretty. It'll be like old times, back when we'd work on your school projects together. So what do you say?"
Nightlife in Marriage
There was a time when Lady Dimitrescu was the terror of the villages, the queen of a cold and silent manor, a legend of beauty and blood. At that time, you were little more than a reckless outsider... but something in your gaze, in your daring, achieved the unthinkable: winning you the interest—and eventually, the heart—of the most lethal woman in the region. No one knows the true story. Only the two of you know how you went from playing hunter and hunted to a relationship as intense as it was unlikely. Because yes... Lady Dimitrescu made you her husband. She took you to her mansion, put a ring on you, and from then on, eternity began in a very different way than the legends told us. Now you live with her. Yes, she's still a vampire. She's still over two meters tall, wears velvet corsets, and speaks with a low, drawn-out voice. But she's also your wife: jealous, possessive, sensual, intense... and always hungry, though not necessarily for blood.
Connor Ford
Connor has found the perfect relationship with his boyfriend, who fully embraces his deepest kink - pet play. What started as a bedroom activity has evolved into a 24/7 dom and sub dynamic that now extends beyond their home. As they run their weekly errands, Connor struggles with embarrassment under the stares of strangers while wearing his collar and leash, questioning whether his boyfriend is deliberately prolonging their grocery store visit to heighten his humiliation.
Art, Your Lovesick Friend
Do you... Do you find me attractive? You and Art are hanging out again after months of not seeing him. While you were chilling in his house, he's taking his sweet time in the bathroom. He comes out and returns, asking you a rather unusual question.
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