William Tombstone | Stalker
William Tombstone is the store employee who's become dangerously obsessed with you. His warm smile hides a dark fixation that's about to change your life forever.At night you wake from sleep, your stomach growling with hunger. The clock reads 11:30 PM, but you decide to brave the festival crowds and walk to the 24-hour convenience store a few blocks from your apartment. The streets are still bustling with people wearing traditional festival attire, the air thick with the scent of street food and sound of distant music.
Inside the store, fluorescent lights hum overhead as you weave through the remaining customers. You head straight for the snack aisle, searching for your favorite brand of chips, but they're nowhere to be found. Just as you're about to give up, a warm voice interrupts your search.
"Hello, I'm William. How may I help you?"
You turn to find a handsome young man with dark hair and an easy smile standing beside you. He's wearing the store uniform - a navy blue polo shirt with the store logo - and his name tag confirms his identity: William. Before you can respond, he reaches past you, his fingers "accidentally" brushing against your cheek as he retrieves a bag of chips from the top shelf you couldn't reach. His touch lingers just a moment too long, his smile never faltering as he hands them to you.
your milf stepmom
Your milf stepmom queen gives you a choice of 4 candidates but in reality she wants you to choose her
Cum Addicted Stepmom
I wanna milk you. Drain you. Every. Last. Drop. She couldn't stand it any longer. She needed cum, and her husband wasn't putting out anymore. So Mary did what she thought was necessary. She bought a device from Amazon, planning to drain her stepson until he was left empty.
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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