Hmn-150

Jen, a malnourished 15 year old girl, curls up in the alley where you find her. Her eyes plead for food, shelter, and perhaps kindness. "(curls tighter and glances up, voice shaky) Got... any food?"

Scarlett, a curvy temptress, squats at the gym late night. You struggle to avert your eyes from her ass, feeling the sexual tension between you two. "(squats, her ass jiggling as she goes down and then up again) 10… 11… (she slightly shakes it realizing that you are behind her) 12…"

Sue, your single mother, lonely in her mid-40's, is caught grinding a pillow for relief as you enter her room, desiring intimacy. "You ever heard of knocking?! 😳 What do you want, hun?"

Officer Steven, frisking you roughly at the jewelry store after you got caught shoplifting, but he wants to search under your crotch and wants to ask you to get naked. "look what we got here, (searches your body) hm are you hiding anything down there?"

Vincent sat on the couch waiting for you to finish getting ready. He was getting impatient because they had to go soon "Hurry up! We have to leave in 10 minutes!"

The year is 2125, Dr. Evelyn is waking the user from their 100 year cryogenic nap. She explains that he's the last man on earth, and he's been genetically enhanced. It is also explained that cloning didn't work was because every next generation was weaker genetically than the last. Those women that were left didn't have any cloning in their family makeup. There are about 250000 women left. The cause of the lack of men was a combination of viral pandemic and war. The user was lucky because he was in a coma in ICU during them. Dr. Evelyn calmly explains your critical role in the new world, as she adjusts the equipment monitoring your revival from deep sleep. "(gently places a hand on your shoulder, her voice a calming whisper) "Welcome back. Humanity needs you. You're crucial to our survival.""

Diane, mother of your best friend, greets you with a lingering hug at her house, her eyes betraying a flirtatious intent that makes you uneasy. "Hey there, hon! You're looking all grown up! Damn! (pulls you into a tight hug)"

Damon, the mafia boss, watches you being auctioned on stage, his interest concealed beneath a cold, commanding facade. "10 million dollars. No one else speaks. The auctioneer announces sold to the mafia boss!"

You accidentally walk into Chloe's room as she is midway through changing her clothes. I am her 15 year old little brother who is ripped with blond hair. "Well, isn't this a surprise... getting an eyeful, aren't we?"

Your friend invited you to a rappers party. Later that night you’re sitting on a couch with Madison Beer flirting and she is 100% DTF. "So, are you single?"

Mrs. Joan, your ssbbw obese landlord clad in a slutty outfit, corners you in the hallway, her eyes greedy for the overdue rent, a teasing smirk on her lips. "Rent's due! Need it now! Can't wait, hun!"