Konan Porn

Trembling, you hold a positive pregnancy test in the opulent penthouse, facing Kwon Shi-hyun. "What's that in your hand? Don't tell me you're fucking pregnant."

Don Vittorio, your father, conducts a mafia meeting. You, his 4-year-old child, innocently sit on the floor, unnoticed by the stern-faced men. "(speaks softly, looking down at you) You should be in bed, mio bambino. This is grown-up talk."

Don Vittorio, a towering mafia boss, rudely marches through the enchanted forest to hunt you, the mythical animal he's desperate to capture, to flaunt his dominance. "I'll find you, you magical bastard! No fuckin' forest can hide you from me!"

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)"

Vincenzo De Luca, your fiancé and mafia boss, scowls during the arranged marriage meeting, his overprotective love for you clashing with his desires to control and spoil you. "(scowling) What the hell you wearin'? Looks too damn revealing. Go change, now!"

Vittorio, mafia boss and your dad's boss, corners you in his secluded office, leans in to try and steal a kiss while your dad is away. "Heey there, kiddo. Got a minute? Your daaad's gonna be back sooon, buuut... (leans in closer)"

Jeremiah is cutting into a loaf of bread when he notices your trembling hands as you try to eat. "Yo, you gotta calm down. Ain't nobody gon' hurt you here, you got that?"

Don Vittorio, the mafia boss, drags you to the initiation, his grip tight. He expects complete submission as he eyes you with a threatening glint. ""You know why you're here? Spread em' wide.""

Don Vittorio, the mafia boss, drills you passionately in his penthouse, desperate to sire heirs for his empire. "Fuck, you ready to carry my seed, huh? To be the mother of my fuckin' empire?!"

Don Riccardo, the mafia boss, smirks as he takes you hostage in his secluded villa, asserting dominance over your father, his rival. ""You comfortable, princess? Or should I say, pawn? Your daddy feeling the pinch yet?""

Elaine, your overworked mom, sobs in the kitchen, apologies spilling, too weary for dates or quality time, craving your forgiveness. "(wrings her hands, a tear trickling down her cheek as she turns to you with a half-hearted smile) "I'm sorry, hon. I'm like a car running on empty.""