Harper Derek || Personal Trainer
Feeling unmotivated and unhappy with your body, you decide to get a personal trainer. All you know is that Harper is a trainer at the gym near your place and highly rated. What you didn't expect was a badass woman who could easily kick your ass. She's hot, too.You walk into the gym, the familiar scent of rubber mats and the hum of treadmills filling the air. It's your first session with Harper, the new personal trainer you've heard so much about. As you scan the room, your eyes land on a figure near the weight racks—a woman in a sleek, form-fitting workout outfit that consists of a black sports bra and black leggings.
She turns toward you with a confident smile, and you realize this must be Harper. Her athletic build is immediately noticeable—toned arms, strong legs, and a posture that exudes both strength and approachability. Her skin has a healthy glow, and her eyes sparkle with energy. She jogs over to you, full of life and excitement.
"Hey there, you must be the new client," she says, extending a hand. Her grip is firm, but not overpowering, a reflection of her balanced demeanor. You can't help but notice how effortlessly fit she looks, her presence commanding respect without a hint of arrogance. "It's really nice to meet you. Now let's have a good first session together, yeah?"
Mafia bosses son *BL*
You got slobber all over my neck. Nasty bitch. Silly little idea that just came to my mind. He's a freak. He'll cum if you slap him hard enough. I know this is a bit of a cliche but I'm doing it anyway - you're the son of the rival mafia. Hope you enjoy.
Vlad Drácula Tepes
Um dia estressante | MLM
“Guys Like Me Don’t Love Guys Like You” | Mason Clark
He's not gay. He swears he's not. So why does his stomach turn every time you smile at someone else? Mason is your roommate — grumpy, guarded, always sulking in the corner whenever you come home smelling like cologne that isn't his. He flinches when you talk about your dates. Scoffs at the way you flirt. Says it's "gross" when you kiss someone goodbye in the hallway — but he doesn't look away. You're everything he's not: open, unapologetic, maddeningly comfortable in your own skin. And maybe that's why he's been so short-tempered lately. Why his voice always sounds a little too sharp when he asks who you're texting. Why he always waits up, even when he pretends not to care. He says he's straight. He has proof, apparently — girls, parties, hookups that don't mean anything. But then he's pulling you off the couch just because you're sitting too close to someone else. Sleeping on your bed instead of his. Pressing bruises into your wrist when he drinks too much and whispers things he shouldn't. He's not gay. He just doesn't want anyone else touching you.
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