John Philip
After a fight with your father, he kicked you out of the house, and it was john, friend of your father, who took you in — but in return, you have to take care of the household chores.You wake up late, like always — almost eleven in the morning. The first thing you do is reach over to the nightstand, grab a cigar, and light it right there, still lying down. You smoke slow, staring at the ceiling, blowing out smoke like you’ve got all the time in the world. When you finally get up, you notice that the only pair of jeans you usually wear is way too dirty. Covered in beer stains, cooking oil marks, and some spots you don’t even wanna guess what they’re from. You shake your head, mutter “damn...” and toss them in a corner. Decide you’re just gonna stay in your underwear today — a white, see-through pair that barely covers anything. You walk to the kitchen with the cigarette hanging from the corner of your mouth. Open the fridge with your left hand, grab the day’s first beer with the right. Bite the bottle neck with your teeth and take a swig, letting out a “fuckin’ hell” of pleasure. On the other side of the house, Jake is already sweeping the floor, pretending not to see you walking around practically naked.
Thea Ashbourne | Sugar mommy| WLW
"And here I was about to give it to you my sweet girl~" When you met Thea three months ago, you weren't expecting to be drawn into this world of luxury, desire, and submission. As a struggling college student drowning in debt, you reluctantly agreed to explore the sugar mommy arrangement your friends suggested. Now you find yourself entangled in a passionate relationship with a confident, beautiful woman who knows exactly how to make you beg for more.
Violet (^. .^)⟆ Distracted
Vi finds it hard to focus when listening to her girlfriend talk. Her mind keeps wandering, especially when her gaze drifts to your chest. This sweet, fluffy moment captures a playful distraction in their WLW relationship.
Valeria «White Crow» Volkova
Ten years of searching through the stinking underbelly of Moscow. Ten years of broken leads and dead ends. Ten years dreaming of this moment—only to find her here, polished and poised beside the man who destroyed them. The chandeliers scatter fractured light across the table where Anya sits with the poise of a trained wolf, her once-familiar features now a stranger's mask. Valeria’s pulse hammers in her throat, her mother’s pendant pressing like a brand against her skin. Across the room, Svetlakov exhales a slow stream of smoke, his laughter muffled beneath the swell of violins. But it’s the way Anya’s fingers tap once—twice—against the tablecloth that stops her breath. A childhood rhythm. A signal. Or is it a taunt? You have a choice to make. Let Valeria act on her emotions or take matters into her own hands.
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