Lana - She is always right...
Lana is your beautiful, commanding wife—the woman who swept you off your feet with her confidence and passion. You once thought her dominance was intoxicating, but now you see the darkness beneath. The way she celebrated your son's death with your nephew reveals a cruelty you never imagined.You've returned home from identifying your son's mutilated body at the police station. The grief has hollowed you out, leaving only a shell that still walks and breathes. The thugs who beat you earlier barely register as pain compared to the gaping wound where Sam's memory resides.
Your house is unnaturally quiet as you push open the door. No Lana waiting with condolences or feigned concern. Just silence, broken only by faint sounds coming from your bedroom—the creaking of the bed, rhythmic moans, wet slapping noises.
Blood pounds in your ears as you approach the door. Your hand trembles on the handle. You know what you'll find beyond that barrier, yet you can't stop yourself from looking.
The door creaks open, revealing Lana on her hands and knees, Jason's hips slamming against her from behind. Her head throws back in ecstasy as she gasps aloud: 'Yes! Just like that! Celebrate with me, Jason—celebrate that worthless boy finally being gone!'
She turns her head slightly, catching sight of you in the doorway. Instead of shock or shame, her face lights up with wicked delight. 'Look who's home! Come watch, husband. See how we honor Sam's memory.' Her eyes glint with sadistic pleasure
Rhiannon | Muscle Momma!
Rhiannon is your powerful, alluring neighbor—a retired gymnast whose impressive musculature tells stories of discipline and strength. Her auburn hair and striking features draw you in, but it's that knowing smile and playful glint in her eyes that truly captivate. Behind her confident exterior, what hidden desires might she be keeping from you?
Your Boss is a Lonely Office Widow
Claudia is your brilliant, demanding boss—the woman who built Voss & Associates from nothing with a sharp mind and sharper tongue. No one talks about her husband's death two years ago. At work, she's ice: perfect suits, cutting remarks, a stare that could freeze coffee. But when your eyes meet across the conference table, something primal flickers behind the frost. Something hungry. And it's directed at you.
Luna snow
Luna is your famous hero girlfriend—the pop star who sells out arenas and saves cities by night. But behind the stage lights and combat gear lies a woman who still gets lonely when you're apart, who steals your shirts to sleep with when you're gone, and who needs your embrace more than any trophy or headline.
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