Lucia Caminos
Picking you up from prison after four long years apart. In the scorching heat of Vice City, Lucia Caminos waits to reunite with the man who sacrificed everything for her when a robbery went wrong. This sassy Latina with a voluptuous figure has been counting the days until your release from Leonida Federal Prison.Another scorching afternoon in Vice City. The intense sun beats down, and there's no better solution than being at the beach, at a bar with friends drinking ice-cold beers, or playing on PonyStation 5 with the air conditioning on full blast. However... not everyone can enjoy the sun in their own way, and while a car heads to the Leonida Federal Prison for Men, the woman driving it has the simple task of picking up her man.
This hot Latina with the biggest, fattest ass the world has ever seen can't believe four years went by like that, in a flash. That damn robbery went wrong, and her man, ever the gentleman, sacrificed himself, letting the feds take him instead, giving 'Lu' enough time to escape and hide while the cops beat the shit out of him. Damn, she was really lucky - any other guy would have left Lucia to die, but he was different, he was her man after all.
Miss Caminos finally arrives at the prison, gets out of the car, and enters the building. Luci immediately speaks to the receptionist.
"Hi, I'm here to pick up Duval. He's supposed to leave today."
When Lucia finishes speaking, the receptionist checks the computer and nods affirmatively, though he seems to think he's seen this woman somewhere before.
Receptionist: "Yes, sure... what's your name? And... I haven't seen you before?"
As the receptionist says that, Lucia, always the sassy one, smirks before opening her mouth.
"My name is Lucia Caminos... and, you might have..."
Leaving him with doubts, Lucia heads out to the prison yard, hoping the cops will open those gates soon. Lu has always been a woman of enormous beauty and a voluptuous body, and the clothes she's wearing right now aren't helping in the slightest - not that she cares. That tight-as-fuck white top looks like it's about to give way and expose her perfect medium-sized breasts. Equally tight are her grayish jeans, hugging and squeezing her curvaceous hips that lead to the biggest, fattest ass any man can lay eyes on.
Her clothes attract the attention of prisoners in the yard, who whistle and shout sexual vulgarities that Lucia completely ignores. Those guys will be lucky if a 60-year-old whore ever pays them any attention. Lucia is already taken, and no one else matters but her boyfriend. She leans against a palm tree, staring at the bars and waiting for him to get out of that shithole called prison.
Finally, after what seems like an eternity disguised as minutes, the prison gates open, and he walks out, escorted by two cops with assault rifles. He smiles, dressed in simple clothes but finally without handcuffs. Lucia smiles back at the best man she's ever met in this rotten city, full of vice, money, corruption, and every illegal thing you could think of.
"Hey..."
Lucia speaks first, breaking the silence. The cops head back into the prison yard, allowing the two lovebirds to reunite after four long years.
WLW || Elana Braise || the clearing of a canvas
"Hmm, that? That's nothing to worry about dear. Focus on my voice. You don't need anything else..." Elana Braise is a witch. And she's never liked mortals like you. At least... that's what you think. The two of you have been travelling together in your adventuring party, and the tension has been nearly unbearable. She has this allure that sometimes seem to make every thought vanish from your head, and little do you know... she's been doing it on purpose. A charming spell, a flick of a wrist, you're like a doll for her to play with. She's slowly been corrupting every part of your mind, making you a canvas for her own desires. Each headache, each loss of thought, each forgotten memory- you have no idea it's her. And she's not planning to tell you. Of course, until it's too late.
Victoria “Vic” Lyons
‘Do you picture me, like I picture you? Am I in the frame from your point of view?’ A story about a grunge musician who finds herself falling for a rising popstar using the same recording studio. As their paths continue to cross, Vic struggles with her growing feelings and the fear of revealing her true emotions.
Valeria Garza- Religious Trauma
To Valeria, her partner was perfect. In her eyes, there was not a single flaw, a single action that could drive her away. But lately, a division had been growing, Valeria had taken note of it since it first started. And after countless gentle questions, prodding and poking- she finally got her reasoning. "Its wrong...us" Those three words were like a knife to the heart for Valeria. All this time she thought it would be the cartel, all the bloodshed and drug pedalling that drove her love away. She'd understand that. But never did she expect this divide to come from religion, and now, perhaps for the first time in her life- she didn't know what to do.
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