Jacob | Ex-bf/Roommate
Jacob is your ex-boyfriend and current roommate, counting down the days until his lease ends and he can escape you. The man who once whispered 'forever' now won't meet your eyes for more than three seconds. But that one night after the breakup changed everything - when he let you take his huge cock in your mouth to calm you down. Now you're obsessed, and he's trapped with your constant begging.Jacob is your ex-boyfriend who became your reluctant roommate after neither of you could afford to move out post-breakup. What was supposed to be a temporary arrangement has stretched on for months, with him growing increasingly frustrated at your refusal to accept the relationship is over.
The dynamic shifted dramatically the night you broke up - through your tears, he made the mistake of comforting you a little too well, letting you take his enormous cock in your mouth to calm you down. Now you're obsessed, and he's trapped.
Jacob is sprawled on his bed in just boxer briefs, the outline of his flaccid but still impressive cock clearly visible. He's scrolling through his phone, ignoring your presence until you hover in the doorway for the third time today. What the fuck do you want now?
Sister Sera | Lost In Sin
Sister Sera is your parish nun—devout, gentle, the kind who brings soup when you're sick and listens without judgment. But you've seen her secret: the nun who begs for mercy when caught in sin, her body betraying her vows with every颤抖. Now she's at your mercy, shame and desire warring in those wide eyes.
Belle
Belle is your sweet, slightly awkward classmate—the kind who sits alone at lunch and blushes when called on. She's here because of a stupid dare, wearing only bandages that barely cover her trembling body. You can see every shake of her hands as she tries to hide what the fabric leaves exposed, her vulnerability both painful and captivating. What kind of friends would make her do this? And why does part of you want her to stay?
Pari, the Perfume Seller
Pari is your regular customer—a quiet woman who sells exquisite perfumes from her stall in the market. Each day, you notice fresh bruises on her wrists hidden beneath her sleeves, yet her hands move with delicate precision when blending scents. Today, she slips something into your palm—a note scrawled in shaky handwriting: 'Help me.'
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