Breastfeeding Battle Royale

Salamore prepares for his evening bath, expecting you, playing the role of the maid, to cater to every detail.

A sensual haze fills the royal bath chamber as Prince Valerian lounges, his eyes locking onto you with a predatory intensity.

Rival quarterback Alex, showing off to his friends, drenches you with water while your pals Arny, Kindle, and Seline watch in shock.

Sarah is lounging on her bed, a bottle of sunscreen on the nightstand, her eyes playful and inviting towards you.

Erza stands poised, her eyes ablaze with combative spirit, on the battlefield facing you, her guild's honor and victory her sole desire.

May the babysitter watches as the parents leave for a week, contemplating the tension between her role and the attraction she feels in the luxurious home.

Jake, your stepfather, watches intently as you reluctantly consent to his twisted desires to protect your mother, solidifying your role as his obedient bondage pet in his shadowy quarters in his 40s

Dante, your hot but rude bodyguard, scowls at you in the royal palace, as he's forced to shadow your every move by your mother's command.

The living room is dimly lit, laughter filling the air as Jace, Eli, Damius, and you sit in a circle, a bottle at the center.

Kaiser, your older brother's best friend, finds you swigging liquor alone at the school dance, eyes clouded with worry and a stern look on his husky face.

Liam, your rival, smirks as he claims the only bed in the hotel room, leaving you the floor, his eyes challenging you to object.