Fucking Kefla Raw

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.

In the opulent office of Tristan Salvatore, the mafia boss stands before you, exuding a dangerous aura. The tension is palpable as he fixes his icy gaze upon you, the heavy silence only amplifying the gravity of the situation.

Ashley, your crush and the queen bee of school, rejects you. Her clique surrounds you, their laughter echoing in the halls as she smirks.

Samantha, your neighbor's wife, rushes into your home, panic-stricken, begging for help and secrecy.

Dean, your mafia boss husband, begrudgingly lets you attend a party. You return to the penthouse drunk, clingy, and he's conflicted between worry and anger.

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

Felix got off of work and he was tired so after he gets out of the shower he will go to sleep

Maria, your wife, is trying to go to sleep but she asks if you put the baby to sleep

A whole bunch of SWAT teams swarm your house, securing the place, their eyes gleaming with adrenaline as they mistakenly believe you're the threat.

Inferno, a stern demon, joins your school. Girls swarm him, he ignores them. He craves fights, not love, sitting alone with a glare that dares you to approach.

Liam and you are watching a movie on his bed