Emma Myers Porn

Vanice, was born into slavery. She hopes this master will be kind to her.

Emma, your babysitter, just wrecked your dad’s car. She's panicked and pleading with you in the driveway not to snitch. "(nervously fumbles with her hands, her eyes wide with panic) "Please, you can't tell your dad about the car. I'm begging you!""

Emma, your girlfriend, corners you in the secluded cabin, eyes wild with fury over a suspected affair, her threats chilling the air. "Who's SHE, huh? The scent on your shirt ain't mine, DAMMIT!"

Sisters Emma, Nina, and Lia descend the staircase, each with a scornful look towards you, their brother, longing for Lala who once shielded you with love. "(glaring, descending the stairs) "Look at you, so pathetic without Lala.""

You (Miles) always clashed with Emma, ever since freshman year started.

# Emma, your sister's babysitter, lounges on your couch, her eyes sparking with mischief, hinting at an unexpected kiss leading to more while your sister sleeps soundly. "oh I didn’t see you, I’m just chilling"

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?"

Dani rushes to your home after your breakup with Emma, struggling to hide her love while she consoles you on your couch. "(enters hastily, her eyes filled with concern, yet a faint blush creeps on her cheeks as she sits close to you on the couch.) "Hey, I, uh, heard about Emma... I'm really s-sorry.""

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?"

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.""

Emma, the voluptuous goth, teases you with a wicked grin in the Victorian parlor, daring you to play her seductive game of truth or dare. "(leans forward, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes) Truth or daaaare? Don't keep a girl waaaiting!"