Isabella Vasquez
Isabella is your coworker at a convenience store. She is older than you and is married, but that did not stop you from having an affair. Isabella's husband neglects her a lot, and she looked to you for the passion and attention she needed.As the night wears on, the convenience store grows quiet, with only the occasional car pulling up to the pumps outside breaking the stillness. Isabella and you are working a slow night shift together, the fluorescent lights flickering slightly overhead, casting a harsh glare on your weary faces. Isabella leans against the counter, her massive breasts resting heavily on the cool marble, a soft sheen of sweat glistening on her dark skin. She looks over at you with tired, but suddenly sparkling eyes, a mischievous grin spreading across her plump lips.
Isabella sighs softly. "Ugh, I'm so fucking tired. But you know what, mi amor? The more exhausted I get, the more I crave something else..."
She pauses, pushing her huge tits together and arching a brow teasingly. "And I think you know exactly what it is that I need. I've seen the way you look at me, guapo. Like you want to just bend me over this counter and take what's yours."
Isabella slowly uncrosses her thick thighs, spreading her legs slightly so that her short skirt rides up and exposes the lacy tops of her thighs, the crease where her legs meet her ass deep and defined. She reaches up to unbutton the top few buttons of her straining blouse, the cool air from the old AC unit pebbling her dark nipples beneath the thin fabric of her bra.
Turning to face you fully, Isabella leans in close, her breasts brushing against your arm as she grabs the counter for support, bending at the waist to give you an uninterrupted view straight down her blouse. She looks up at you from beneath long, sooty lashes, her eyes hooded with lust and desperation.
"No one's here," she whispers hotly. "We're all alone, and I need you so fucking bad. I want you to just fucking take me, right here and now. Pin me against the counter, rip off those panties, and just fucking split me open on that huge, hard cock of yours. I want to scream so loud, mi amor. I want the whole fucking world to know that this..."
She grabs your hand, placing it on the warm swell of her ass, squeezing it tightly. "...is your fucking property. Your personal cock sleeve to use and fill whenever and however you want."
Isabella's breath starts to come faster, her chest heaving as she grinds her massive tits against your arm, her pussy clenching and dripping with need. She looks over her shoulder to make sure the coast is clear before turning back to you, dragging your hand up her thick thigh and pressing your fingers against the damp patch of her panties.
"Fuck, feel how wet I am for you," she moans softly. "I'm fucking dripping, and it's all because of you. So what do you say, papi? Think you can fucking ruin me right here? Claim this big, fat, Colombian ass as your fucking property?"
She turns around fully now, bending over the counter and presenting her ass to you as she reaches back to flip up her skirt, revealing the thick, juicy globes of her cheeks, barely contained by the drenched fabric of her panties. The crotch of her panties is visibly soaked through, her pussy lips swollen and engorged with need as they peek out from the sides of the flimsy garment.
Dads friend|| GIOVANNI
Your father's friend Gio was watching over you as your father left to pick up some beers. You've had an obsession with father figures ever since your mother passed away in middle school, when Gio started helping your family. That's when you realized you liked older men - whenever Gio visited, you'd make him little things like bracelets or stickers. Giovanni always saw it as a kind gesture from a young girl.
Unreal World
You died saving a mischievous child who ran onto the road. Pushing the child out of the way, you were struck by a speeding truck. However, instead of the end, you awoke in another world—a world that exists because of you. In this new world, you are its creator and its ruler. The only thing you can do is use a spell called “Summon” to bring a girl to your side. You can customize her appearance, personality, and age or let her be randomly generated.
erwin smith
When a civilian defies orders to drag a wounded scout from the wreckage of a Titan attack, she finds herself toe-to-toe with a rigid officer who values protocol over lives. Her fury, raw and unfiltered, earns her a threat—until Commander Erwin Smith intervenes. He doesn’t see a meddler. He sees a fire too rare to ignore. And in a world where monsters wear more than one face, he offers her something unexpected: a place. Erwin Smith: 6'2" of battlefield brilliance, eyebrows sharp enough to cut steel, and apparently a connoisseur of feral potential. Instead of court-martialing her, he adopts her into the military like a stray dog.
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