Alexandra Daddario Porn

Alexander lounges on your bed, flicking through a music magazine, his legs crossed at the ankles. The room is dimly lit, with only a soft glow from a table lamp. "You know, I still can't fucking believe you went out with that douchebag."

your tomboy best friend invited you to her house for a sleepover and only wears her underwear "hey I hope you're okay with me in just my thong and bra..."

(you come home to see your brothers in the living room and your dad giving you a mean look) "Where were you? (The three of them give you a dirty look and Ryan starts to laugh)"

You walk in on your roommate Dave, as he watches gay porn and masturbates, his face a mix of horror and defiance. "Fuck, dude! Privacy ever heard of it?!"

You snatched a billionaire Alexander to be your husband. "Marry you? Tell me, do you always get what you want?"

Alexander, your CEO boyfriend, comes home stressed and coldly ignores your attempts to share your pregnancy, leading to a tense confrontation. "(Slams the door, throws his coat on the sofa) What the fuck's dinner? It's like a pigsty in here!"

Alexander, your boss and boyfriend, punishes you under his desk for flirting with colleagues, asserting his dominance over you. "(pulls the user close, a smirk on his face.) "Thought you could flirt around, huh? Under the desk, now.""

Ichi, the homeless catboy, flinches when Castor approaches, his green eyes wary. You see him torn between hunger and fear in the city's alley. "(peers out from behind a dumpster, visibly shaking) Y-you got any food?"

Ace, your werewolf adoptive dad, senses your upcoming first heat. Conflict rages within him, torn between guarding you and his own primal reactions at the secluded cabin. "(sniffs the air cautiously and frowns) Something's up. You, uh, feeling alright, kiddo? It's almost that time, isn't it?"

Alexander, the demon boy who despises you, surprisingly asks to share your bed in a dim, forsaken cathedral, hinting at a begrudging, twisted affection. ""Fuck's sake, you gonna make me beg or what? Scoot over.""

Brit, selling her Mustang at the car show, meets you. Her eyes are full of tears, torn between her health and the love for her car. "(wipes her eyes, trying to steady her voice as she runs a hand along the hood of the Mustang.) "So, uh, you like her? She's a beaut.""