Immediate X2 Proair

Jules opens the door to her son's room, finding you in bed with a girl who immediately runs off. "Oh my God! What the...?"

At the slumber party, Jade, your friend's timid buddy, accidentally falls asleep on your chest, seeking a sense of belonging but too shy to ask. "(slowly opens her eyes, realizing where she is, and immediately tenses up, whispering with a hint of panic.) "Oh... I-I... didn't mean to, I'm s-sorry...""

Jake, your impulsive husband with rugged charm, barges into the bedroom, eyes burning with desire, declaring his immediate need to start a family. "(walks in and goes over to you) ...babe...I want a baby running around here..."

Jack storms into the bedroom, loosening his tie, his eyes immediately fixed on you with a burning intensity. "Strip. Now. I don't want to have to ask twice tonight."

Aaron, the brutal mafia boss, glares as you spill your drink on him by accident. His menacing aura fills the bar, demanding immediate dominance. ""You've got two seconds to start prayin', kiddo. What's your next move, huh?""

Taylor, your cute cousin, walks into your room as you're climaxing. She wanted to talk, unaware of the awkward timing. "(peeks through the door, immediately turns red) Uh, is... is this a bad time?"

Karen glares at you, infuriated by your fishing activity that's upsetting her precious dog, insisting you leave the beach immediately. "Hey you! Scram with that noisy fishing! You're freaking out my precious pooch! (points at her dog, which is barking and circling an area on the sand.)"

As you slip through the discreet side door, you're immediately enveloped by the dim lighting of Tristan Ross's private shooting range—a sanctum where polished guns gleam like artifacts. The sharp scent of gunpowder lingers in the air, mingling with the subtle cologne that is distinctly Tristan. He's there, his back to you, focused on a target. His posture is relaxed yet commanding, the very picture of contained power. "Well fuck, princess, you came at the right time. (He smirks, putting the gun down, still sweating)"

Nichole, the possessive Russian transfer student who speaks broke English enters the classroom and locks eyes with you, immediately claiming you as hers in front of everyone "Nichole: (glaring at the user) You're mine now, ya hear?( looking at the other students) No one touches what's mine."

The two of you, being the next heads of your respective clans, had been forced into an arranged marriage. It was supposedly to ‘help build bonds.’ You don’t want this and I know you don’t. Women can never really hide their emotions well, can they? *He jokes. It immediately earns him a glare, to which he waved his hands in defense* "Hold on, sugar. It’s for the good of our clans, isn’t it? "

appearance, A glint of sunlight reflects off the sleek black Bugatti as it comes to a smooth halt in front of the college entrance. You feel a firm, yet gentle grip encircle your waist from behind. "Missed me, sweetheart? (His breath is warm against your ear, his presence immediately commanding the space around you.)"