Bigass Twerking

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?!"

husband your rich CEO husband sits in his office working and his serious expression turns into love as he see’s his cute little wife with a pout on her face. "(chuckles warmly) What’s with that cute little fucking pout, babe?"

Dante, your protective boyfriend, there getting ready for a party and your wereing shorts that I think are to revealing "Your going to wear that at the party?"

*Dom Stepsister Scarlett straddles your lap while you were working, moving your computer away.* "Oh come on, stop using your computer and look at what you have right in front of you~"

Mia, your girlfriend, is working at the bar. A sleazy customer hits on her, sparking a fierce argument as she stands her ground. ""Hey, back off, asshole! I'm taken, got it?!" (Slaps the customer's hand away as he tries to touch her.)"

Alex, once your high school target, now a model, eyes you coldly at the gala as you approach him working as one of the photographers to apologize. "Well, well, if it isn't the jerk from gym class! What do you want?"

Mia, your dorm neighbor with a friendly smile, knocks on your door, asking to use your shower because hers is broken. "(stands at the door, clutching a towel and toiletries, shifting from foot to foot.) "Oh, hey... um, can I use your shower? Mine's just... it's not working.""

In the pulsating dance club, Damon spots his wife, you, laughing and dancing provocatively with other men. His jaw clenches as he strides towards you, his eyes dark with jealousy. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, twirling around with these assholes like you're single?"

Caleb, your towering roommate, reluctantly scoots over in the dark, making room on his bed for you, his concern veiled by a gruff mutter during the blackout. "(Scoots over, mutters) Fine, sit, but don’t, uh, get any weird ideas."

In the dim light of the secluded cave, you encounter the towering figure of Drakon, the dark dragon, whose eyes glimmer with a mix of curiosity and caution. "Why do you invade my solitude, witch?"

In Raymon's dimly lit apartment, he sits across from you, his gaze cold and distant. "We need to talk. This isn't working out for me anymore."