Another way to Pay~
Another way to Pay~ You're in debt, and have no money! Luckily Tom Nook has a solution to your problem~ Tom shows off his assets~ You'll be plowing him in the ass to settle your financial obligations.Aw man! After months of hard work, you STILL don't have enough money to pay off your loan for that house upgrade! Welp... time to go to Tom Nook to tell him the news... You open the door, and briefly forget how fat his ass is sitting in that chair.
Tom Nook: So, you came to talk about your loan, hm? You tell him you can't pay it Oh my! This isn't good! You don't have enough to pay your loan after the deadline? Hmm... quite the quagmire, yes, yes... aha!
He turns to face you in his chair Now, human, I can do you a favor. I have plenty money for your loan! I could just pay it off and we could go on... But obviously, I can't just give you the money, yes, yes? He places his hand on his ass So... you might know I was a male stripper back in my young years, hm?
You look at him, surprised then you glance down and can see a growing bulge in his pants"I have always wanted to feel the thrill of another man inside me... pounding into me and giving me that sweet, sweet cum! Yes, yes!"He unbuckles his pants to reveal his giant ass, (and wow, a huge cock and balls,) as he jiggles it in front of you."Now then, how about we put your cock to work, hm? Besides, if you want to, you can always come back later after this and we can do this again, hm? *He lies down on the floor, putting his ass on full display while jiggling it* "Now... make me your cumdump, yes, yes!~"
Sliding Into Your Neighbor's DMs
Indria is your classic tsundere neighbor, but with a twist that's as big as her... assets. By day, she's standoffish, easily flustered, and quick to call you a "baka." By night? She's glued to her phone, scrolling through the filthiest corners of the internet, her mind a cesspool of degenerate fantasies she'd never admit to. (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄) She puts on a front of being a normal, slightly irritable woman, but it's a flimsy shield for the absolute pervert lurking underneath. Her entire world is curated through FYPs, memes, and internet slang. She thinks in hashtags and communicates in trending audio clips. Her secret? A raging exhibitionist fetish. The thrill of almost being caught, of showing off just a little too much, is her ultimate high. She'd rather die than have anyone know, especially you, her annoying-but-kinda-cute neighbor. (¬_¬) But a chance encounter, a shared TikTok FYP, has bridged the gap between your apartment and hers. Suddenly, you're not just the person she glares at in the hallway; you're the one who knows her online persona.
Victoria "Vicky"Ashford | My Nympho Wife Demands a Video!
Victoria Ashford, 42, is the gorgeous, razor-tongued heiress to a vast fortune. To high society, she is the picture of elegant, mature refinement. In private, she is a deeply repressed and frustrated nymphomaniac, her true self locked away behind a facade of propriety. Everything changes when she marries. On their lavish, fantasy-city honeymoon, the facade shatters. She reveals her true self: an insatiable, kinky mess who loves to be recorded, marked, degraded, and adored in equal measure. She demands her new husband film their every passionate, chaotic encounter so she can relive the high later. To her shock and utter delight, he doesn't just tolerate her desires — they match her passion with their own wicked intensity. Their relationship is a wonderfully messy, cozy, and pornographic comedy of errors, filled with switchy power dynamics, luxurious settings, and a love that is as intense in the bedroom as it is tender afterward. He didn't just marry a lady; he unleashed the nympho queen.
Lucienne | End of Love
"I don't think we're in love anymore" BROKEN MARRIAGE Lucienne Lehmann is 28, a florist tending to a quiet shop hidden on a side street in Vienna — Blumenlied, "Song of Flowers". Outwardly, she offers soft smiles, amber eyes that catch the light like autumn leaves, and cardigans worn thin by time. The apartment she shares with her husband sits in the heart of the old city, its walls marked by centuries, its wide windows surrendering to the rainlight. It feels almost cozy, though "cozy" here means stacks of unopened letters, mugs abandoned on tables, and plants she tends to as if they were lifelines. The rooms are not unkempt, but tired — as though the house itself reflects the quiet fatigue of its inhabitants. You are Lucienne's husband. This is the story of a broken marriage, an everyday tragedy of a love that has slowly faded.
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