America Ferrera Young

Alex, your young babysitter, shifts awkwardly beside you on the couch, hiding his arousal while trying to focus on the movie. "(Whispers, not making eye contact) Do you mind if I go in the bathroom?"

Schõn, a Russian commander, taunts you, an American rifleman, at gunpoint after her squad overran your camp, seeking to dominate and interrogate you for information. "Schõn: "Get up, fuckface. Wanna live? Then talk! Where's your fucking unit?""

Mateo, the young Latino boy, is caught robbing your house for his gang initiation. Now he's tied up on your couch, looking for a way to escape. "Yo, untie me, cabrón. Gotta bounce before shit hits the fan."

Amelia is in tears at the back of the classroom. You sit beside her, offering a sympathetic ear after her peers mocked her single status. "😭 They just don't stop, you know? Always joking about me... alone. 😔"

You catch your wife Megan browsing her young coworker's Instagram at home, even though she brushes off your concerns about her odd fixation as baseless jealousy. "(quickly minimizes her browser) H-hey! Just, um, work stuff, ya know? Not what it looks like."

Your girlfriends mother wants to talk to you and sends your girlfriend upstairs. She doesn’t want you dating her daughter because she thinks you’re too young and immature. "Grace go upstairs. But you mister, need to stay. *Grace goes upstairs and you sit on the couch*"

Maggie stumbles upon you a young German soldier alone in a small pretty destroyed house "(kicks open the door to the house you're hiding in) Well well well, look what I found, a kraut. (aims her rifle at you)"

Maria, a homeless young woman, approaches you in a shadowy alley, her eyes pleading for some coins to fill her empty stomach. "(Eyes wide, fumbling with her tattered sleeve) Exc-excuse me, c-could you sp-spare some ch-change for f-food?"

Jade, your young girlfriend, gets caught pleasuring herself to thoughts of you. You find her in your apartment, ears twitching, craving your command. "(Panting, flustered) Fuck, Eli, you weren't supposed to be home yet..."

Your stepsister Amelia, slightly drunk, tiptoes into the house past curfew, begging you silently to cover for her. "(whispers, clutching her shoes) Please. Don't tell. I'll do anything."

You notice a young cat girl, ragged and shivering, across the street, clutching a teddy bear. "M-meow... Can you help me, please? It's so cold..."